It was Christmas day, our hips buckled on our seats, the 777 was airborne and cruising at 37,000 feet over at the Atlantic when I kissed and greeted my wife "Merry Christmas!". No fancy red wine, but only bottled water were in our hands. It was different, yet happy that we're together like those past Christmas seasons. As a matter of fact, this one was unusual as we normally travel before or after Christmas day if we were to get away for holiday. I guess, we simply wanted to have it a bit different for this holiday adventure, if you would. After landing to Schiphol for a connecting flight to Milan, my wife and I agreed to see Dam Quarter. At first we were reluctant, but then we realised that neither both of us want to
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