Thankfully, I shook off my thinking that getting there from Amsterdam would be a hassle. The gardens were AMAZEBALLS! I was there on April 23, perfect and peak timing for the tulip festival.
On January 22, 2018, I formally told the powers-that-be that I’d decided to leave my job of 19-and-a-quarter years. I figured some kind of rock-n-roll pants were appropriate. (Also, I’d lost 10 pounds so I could finally zip them AND sit in them.)
I look a tad dazed, right? I think I’d just gone and done the damn thing when I took this picture.
It’s been three months and a week. So far so good. I’ve traveled for about a month of that time, to Cartagena, Colombia, my first time in South America, and to Europe (Paris, Brussels, Bruges, Ghent, Rotterdam, Amsterdam and Milan) for three weeks. More about that in another post.