Alive

To place the minds of those who envisioned a plane crash or an airport mugging at ease:

I am in my room at my bed and breakfast. It’s a beautiful sunny day in Amsterdam, and people are zipping by on bicycles just outside my window. I was greeted at the airport by a man holding a sign with my name on it (first time that’s happened), and he dropped me off at the door of the bed and breakfast. I then had a thirty minute conversation over tea with the 77 year old owner of the bed and breakfast about his deceased wife, his sons and grandchildren, and his neighbors.

So, alive, if a bit tired.