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Opened a bottle of wine and booked my flights to Iceland and Holland last night (actually less expensive than flying home to Tennessee).

I'm leaving February 29.

I figured it's not every day, or even every year, that one gets to bebop around the globe on February 29.

Dirk pointed out that it's probably safer to fly on that day than any other day, that there are probably fewer crashes that day every year than on every other day.

So it's Northern lights and hot springs, then tulips and Van Gogh.

Dirk even volunteered to take me to Belgium so that I could satisfy my lifelong dream as of last week of eating Belgian waffles in Belgium.

Then it's off to Japan.

betholindo at 1:00 p.m.

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