I arrived at Schiphol Airport in Amersterdam at 5:15 this morning. After checking my emails thanks to an hour of free wi-fi (I have one iPhone, one Smartphone and my laptop so I've squeaked out 3 hours!) I figured I might as well check out the place since I have an eight hour layover.
I am not in Africa anymore. If you have plans to ever be stuck in an airport, may I suggest Schiphol Airport Amsterdam. This morning at 8:00 I had the most amazing breakfast of egg, fresh mushrooms, over the top flavorful cheese on top of fresh baked multigrain bread. Waiting for the dish I snapped a picture of the salad bar area already contemplating lunch. I tried to take a picture of the sandwiches. I don't know how one can be completely transfixed by a sandwich but I was. The chef was beginning to wonder what I was doing. Everything is sparkling clean and presentation and attention to detail and service extraordinary. I forget how the variety of food makes such a difference to the olfactory system which starts the saliva flowing.
After breakfast I walked through some shops and stumbled upon the lounge. Now this is an airport lounge. The only piano I have ever seen in Africa sits in the Serena Hotel in Kigali so when I see a piano I just want to sit down and play. I used to own a piano exactly like this....wow, times have changed.
This is the view from my chair, the most comfortable seat I've been in since leaving Rwanda....
This is an airport! I spent the last two hours curled up in this egg reading and watching people.
The view of my piano from the egg. I think I might just camp in the egg for the next two hours before my flight. Perhaps we could lobby the airlines to install "eggs" instead of seats. It would make travelers a bit less stressed and snappy. There is no stress inside the egg.
Switching gears....I just received a picture of Zulu, Kongo and Jambo eating breakfast this morning.
Zulu, Mr. 120 Pounds of Protective Love, watching the cat and the bird chow down. I told you he was special.