I have to be very honest: I just can't really believe it. I'm back at Schiphol after all these months. The calm is new, the face masks are new, but otherwise nothing has changed about my girlfriend. Soon our flight to Curaçao will depart. The vacation that was supposed to take place in early March. But then grandma passed away, and after that a pandemic broke out. Complaining about vacation was the last thing on your mind. And yet it stayed in my head. Gosh, it would be nice if... For months it was just daydreaming. Until today. Because dushi Curaçao was in the cards and my girl hasn't soured. Do I care about that face mask on the plane? My heart skips a beat. Until two weeks from now dear Amayzers. Ayooooooo!