Day 48

Today I met an older woman on the plane to Brussels.  It was strange to be back at the Dublin airport and boarding a plane that wasn't going to the US.  The woman reminded me of the long trip over here though.  She, like Dick, was going to visit her daughter who lived in Brussels.  Once she started talking she couldn't stop and it was lovely to have a conversation on a plane again.  She was so cute and as I saw a piece luggage pass by with a bold strap reading "I Love My Bag" and watched her pick it up, I had to love her even more.