Free from Freedom

I was packing up to the last minute on Tuesday, the day of my departure.  In fact, I just barely left in time to make my flight. My parents dropped me off at the airport.  After a tearful goodbye, I rushed to security only to sit and wait for my plane to arrive.  I flew from Bradley to O'Hare, but due to 200mph headwinds, I barely had enough time to make my connection going to Dublin. I flew Aer Lingus for the first time.  It was a small plane filled with Irish students on holiday.  They had an in-flight magazine called "Cara".  Unfortunately I couldn't snag one because there weren't any in my surrounding rows. I arrived in Amsterdam at 12:15 on Wednesday the 28th and took the train from the Airport to Centraal Station where I met Cay at track #2.