Weekend in Warsaw
I got into Warsaw right about on time, and immediately headed for the airport bathroom. I was supposed to be interviewed as soon as I got out into the arrivals hall, and I had been traveling overnight and with very little sleep. (Thank you, Mr. Middle Seat, for elbowing me every.single.hour. to either ask me a question I didn’t know about Amsterdam Schiphol Airport or ask me to get up so you could go walk the aisles. Next time, book early, and book an aisle!) In short, I looked like a mess – and I need to fix it! Twenty …