Airport Lunches
A close encounter of our big faces, me and MadamE…I met up again with MadamE for lunch the other day and since she works near Amsterdam WTC Zuid and my appointment was in Hoofddorp, I met her halfway and picked Schiphol Plaza [actually Amsterdam Airport Schiphol] as our best meeting place.
It’s always nice to ditch the gargoyle Dutch for an hour or two and speak in wanton recluse our homegrown language. Yes, we insist that Cebuano is a language and not a dialect! I have to keep up with the drill, as with my age, I am afraid, I might start forgetting some real important Cebuano words such as kilum-kilum [dusk/sunset] and kahidlaw [longing].
This is the entrance of the Amsterdam Airport Schiphol.Airports always bring a familiar and relaxed feeling to me. Familiar because it’s the place where home [the Philippines] is only a flight away and relaxed, because it reminds me of holiday [vacation].
Nonetheless, we had lunch and as usual, the narcissist and exhibitionist in us took control. After having our fill followed by some drinks, we indulged in a few self portrait pictures. I hope they are not a fright though!


In the restaurant café at Schiphol [sorry forgot the name] and among the flowers.And of course since we were surrounded with the Schiphol airport ambiance, I couldn’t help but feel a jarring itch inside me, scratching uncontrollably, coaxing me to plan a short getaway soon.
Paris first came to our eager minds. Ah, it would be nice to be back in Paris.
Well, MadamE and I are just thinking loud, yes just thinking… but we both agreed that it would be reeeally nice to have some breather, some girl fun, even for just a couple of days or a weekend... WITHOUT THE MEN IN OUR LIVES.