My Whoop fitness tracker notified me that my sleep had been processed. It somehow thinks I got 3 hours of sleep which I dispute but it’s not common for me to thinking it’s counting sleep when I’m just laying there contemplating why I can’t sleep. It alerted me that I was in the 1% club which only 0.5% of whoop users are in. I feel so special. And tired…mostly that.

We made our way off the plane and thought we were headed to Passport control. We came upon a long line which Greg said he would stand in while we walked ahead to check things out. I swear all signs pointed to this being where we needed to stop.

After waiting for ten mins or so a KLM worker was walking along asking if everyone was staying in Amsterdam. We sent Maddie over to ask her if we needed to stay in this line since none of us are actually staying. She asked where we were going and Maddie said some of us are going to Helsinki and I’m not sure where I’m going…somewhere near Cardiff. The worker said “where is your family.”

She confirmed the boys needed to walk toward their gate within the same terminal for a different passport control line. She said Maddie and I were likely in the same terminal until I said, no, we need to go to H. She scowled and said “oh…Easy Jet.” I’m going to just go with her frowning upon it because she works for KLM and not because it’s a shitty airline. Brooks would never lead me astray.

Off we go to find our intended destinations within the airport.

The boys finally made it to their line for passport control which was maybe longer than the first one. We decided that despite having several hours before our flights we needed to go ahead and split off in case we needed the time.

Maddie and I rushed off to get from the D terminal to H. Clearly Easy Jet has the worst most farthest away terminal ever. We ran past Tulip shops, chocolate shops, cheese shops, Hérmes, Rolex, Delft Pottery and more. Only to end up in a crappy terminal without the need to go through passport control

All that running, and sweating for nothing. I take that back, it’s not for nothing. It’s for Taylor. I hope this plane is full of swifties. That would be amazing!