Mid-morning, I took a train to Schiphol Airport.
The security checkpoint had impossibly long and slow lines. To make my flight before the boarding gate closed, I wormed my way to the front of lines, apologized profusely, and ran! I arrived at the gate, no one was there! The gate had been changed at the last minute and was just a few feet away. Relief! They’d just started boarding. An hour and 10 minutes later, we landed in Dublin. These signs were everywhere in the airport:
Tonight’s hotel: Harrington Hall.
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