Airport Schiphol… I never knew that an airport and I could become such “friends”. Of course for a young boy an airport with those big planes is something very special. But even now, while I am way over the age of 40, Schiphol has a special meaning to me, maybe even more then ever before!
I mean, how often did I not walk around Schiphol… did shoppings or had dinner there while waiting for the train to take me home.
Nowadays when I go on my bicycle to my work (and back after my work) I see so much of Schiphol. Specially by all these new routes I am trying.
But most of all, how often by now did I not bring Marion to Schiphol when she had to travel for her work again… or waited for her arrive there again…
Yes, a big guy as me did shred a tear there every now and then…
Yes, Schiphol has become a place of good stuff and honest emotions to me…. and to be honest, still the young boy in me can be so amazed watching a plane take off…
And not only for me Schiphol has a special meaning, even for my good friend Patrick…. where he heard his evangelist preach (Sorry Patrick. I couldn’t resist :P)
I think Schiphol has become as familiar to me as the shopping center of Enschede. I know so well my way around there…
I know the tears of joy when I arrived at Schiphol and we met there again. But I think there were also tears after my plane had taken off. I apologize for those times. I really do!
No need to apologize. It is part of the way we are living and it is good like that.
Halelujah, praise Service Release 2 😉
idd. Schiphol is surely something special.
the place where freedoms start… sometimes…