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The second Maria Sibylla Merian International Conference was held in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, June 7,8,9, 2017.
I left from the Chicago O’Hare airport. I checked my suitcase through to Amsterdam, took my boarding pass, and went searching for the departure gate.  It was a long, long walk to the Aer Lingus gate…to the far end of the airport, I’d swear.  Plenty of time, no problem, just a long walk. 
Six hours after boarding the plane we landed in Ireland at the Dublin airport where I would catch a connecting flight on to Amsterdam. Only one hour scheduled for this…. must be a small airport, I thought, for there to be only an hour. I temembered watching a video on the Aer Lingus website showing a couple all relaxed, leisurely strolling along–not very far–as the voice soothingly tells how easy it is to navigate the airport.  Just follow the connecting flight signs, it says. OK, shouldn’t be too bad….
I followed the signs. Suddenly I was in one of several lines slowly working up to the official on the other side of the room. Oops, not the right place. OK, now on the right path. I walked and walked and walked. Time running out. I walked faster, and then even faster, breathing heavily. Good Lord, it’s a long way! Tried to run, wheezing mightly as I go. Can’t stop. Keep going. 
There it is. The gate is in sight…at the very END of the long terminal, still quite a ways away. No passengers in the waiting area! The gate is closing! I sprint those “last few miles.” 
I collapsed in my seat as the plane door closed. Whew! I made it! My breathing slowly returned to normal. 
One and a half hours to Amsterdam. 

Interesting! The shape of the holes punched in the tickets, and how many there are tell who punched that ticket. And that tells on which line you traveled. Hmm; tidbit for a story?

Today my daughter, son-in-law and I went to a maker faire; my first. Once they talked me into making something, I enjoyed the whole thing a lot more. We made a blinking pin, a noisy thingy, and a seed “bomb” that you toss in your yard or an empty lot somewhere or along a road. Later wildflowers will come up and bloom.

This was a gift from the sea. The picture was there; I simply outlined the lighthouse with ink.

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