I know what you're thinking...

You're thinking, "Sorcha, didn't I see you with that about-to-throw-up look on that last flight?" To which I respond, "Must have been somebody else." 

You'd say, "Sure looked like you. Staring contest with the barf bag, white knuckles on the arm rest, looking uncomfortable."

Once again, I'd respond in the negative. Which we both know would be a lie. 

Have I mentioned I'm not flying's biggest fan? A combination of weak stomach and a desire to see the world rarely makes for a pleasant travel experience. My journey back to Tartu was fraught with fewer difficulties that my journey from it, though still more than I would have liked. 

It started with a delayed flight to Amsterdam, which caused me to miss my connection to Riga. The awesome airport staff found new flights for what must have been half the plane, at least. And my new Riga flight should get me there in enough time to not miss my bus to Tartu. 

While in Amsterdam, I had the internal cheese-stroopwafel struggle. I had a lunch-dinner of both, but not enough space and hands to carry any back with me. :(

All. the. stroopwafels. Did you know there is more than one flavour of stroopwafel?! We will definitely be trying them all. 

Best cheese in the pack? Gouda with herbs.

Then, after making use of one of the four working outlets in the wing, my Riga flight is delayed, causing internal panic. After fabulous turbulence, though not the worst, we touch down 45 minutes before my bus leaves. My friend from Riga tells me it's a 35 minute trip by bus. Start your timers. 

This "small town" girl doesn't have a lot of taxi experience, but I took one, got there in plenty of time, and while our departure has been delayed as well, foresee zero problems between me and my bed. More later, but for now, arrivederci!