We said goodbye to San Francisco, and got home to Amsterdam about 12:30 this afternoon, safe and sound.

It's a gorgeous day in Amstelveen, so we didn't have to trudge luggage home in bad weather which makes it still feel a little like vacation. Our flight to Chicago from SFO was uneventful, but we almost didn't get to leave Chicago. They are socked in by snow, and rather than it keeping planes on the ground, it actually kept our crew from arriving on time. Two out of three pilots got caught in bad traffic and had to pick their way through car accident strewn roads to get to the sky. We were allowed to board about an hour late, and wait in comfort on the plane. We read and snacked, sipped and dozed for about 2 hours before our pilots made it onto the plane, through their check in paperwork, and got the plane through the much in demand de-icer. So, our flight that should have arrived at 9:04 am got to ground at 11:30 instead. Since we didn't have much else to do today, we were just supremely happy that we had a flight to get us home. Amazingly, we still had energy enough to go renew our monthly bus passes at the post office (Postkantoor) and to swing through the grocery store to replenish our barren pantry and fridge.

We both had a craving for Chinese soup so we stopped in at our local Peking dive for lunch. Now it's food coma time. Because Matt was able to get us home on business class tickets, we are much better rested than we would have been in coach, but because of all the time zone hopping our circadian rhythms are dancing like white guys at the salsa club. Way off beat.... So while I upload photos to the lap top, we will sleep.

Chat when next we wake.