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                We took the flybussekspress to Gardermoen. The 4:02 one out of
                Mortensrud. Kanutte walked us to the station. It was dark on the
                bus. Kanutte'd bought us tickets the night before because none
                of our cards worked on the website. Make sure to bring a variety
                of cards to Europe, because working/not working is somewhat
                without rhyme or reason. I was up for risking it on the bus
                (haven't had ALL the cards fail at a POS yet), but Kanutte was
                having none of it. She really is one of the sweetest people I've
                had the pleasure to know.
               
              
                The flight to Brussels was cramped and Cara slept through it. I
                was just glad to be off Brussels Airlines! Going through the
                Brussels airport was a mess. We had our passports checked 5
                separate times, stamped in one place and stickered in another.
                If Brussels runs the EU anything like they run their airport,
                that is, for the benefit of the bureaucrats, then the Brits
                were right to ditch that shit. Of course, this was only solidification
                of a previously held position. Cara doesn't think we should
                count Belgium on our list of countries visited because we were
                only in the airport, but that seems a little silly to me since
                we've got stamps in our passports, unlike Österreich,
                Liechtenstein & die Schweiz.
               
              
                I did not actually escape Brussels Airlines. Turns out our flight
                across the Atlantic was also with them. I was, to say the least,
                not excited. Most of the people in line were for the flight
                were black, which I thought was a little odd but we were flying
                into DC, right? As we later learned, this flight was just making
                a pit stop in Brussels on it's way from Kinshasa to DC. And
                most black people I've encountered in DC weren't speaking French...
               
              
                Fortunately my second experience with Brussels Airlines was
                worlds away from the first. The plane was much newer. My seat
                actually leaned back. There were free movies, free wine and not
                to bad of food either. Only drawback is hearing announcements
                repeated 3 times in English, French and Dutch. I can understand
                the first two well enough, but with Nederlands I just catch the random
                cognate to English or Deutsch.
               
              What I watched:
              
                - 
                  The Man Who Knew Infinity - I've been wanting to watch
                  this Ramanujam biopic for some time and I was not disappointed.
                  It was spectacular. It inspired me to get out a book of math
                  puzzles and play for a while. I miss playing math. There just
                  isn't enough opportunities for these days.
                
 
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                  X-men: Apocalypse - This one was also good. Brian
                  Singer makes good X-men flicks. I also like how he embraced
                  the rebooted universe after Days of Future Past, much as the
                  Star Trek franchise. Cara started off watching it with me,
                  but got bored/uncomfortable and turned it off. She just doesn't
                  fly well long distances.
                
 
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                  The Intern - I saw this running on a lot of other
                  peoples' screens and decided to take the plunge to finish out
                  the flight. The first half was a funny commentary on start-up life
                  which, being relateable to my own experience, was quite funny.
                  Since I've been working with people younger than my kids, I
                  could also relate to DeNiro's "Senior Intern". Then the movie
                  went dark, sad and dramatic. I don't know why they do that to
                  movies.
                
 
               
              
                Landing in DC we got through customs relatively easily, although
                Cara had a small scare with her brunøst. She did resist
                the temptation to joke that they were not blocks of C4. Then we
                camped at a bar and played Pokémon for a few hours. I was
                a little drunk when we finally boarded our flight back to
                Tennessee. Getting on the plane I could tell these were Tennessee
                people and it felt like home.
               
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