Flights were leaving from Schiphol yesterday; I took the train north to catch my mid-afternoon flight and made it over without incident. There were more police around the check-in areas and they had walled off the ticket counters, passengers had to go outside then back in through a single entrance. Crowd control I suppose. But things were on-time and low-key – we flew too far south to see the volcano but the air layers were the usual translucent blue rather than ash-grey.
I dropped into 
Albuquerque at sundown amidst towering purple and gold clouds from a weather system causing tornadoes in Texas. The colors here are amazing; I’m going to enjoy taking it all in during my first visit here. There was snow in the mountains last night and a bite in the air this morning, unexpected when I come this far south. But at over 6000 feet I guess it’s not surprising.
Two days of meetings ahead and a side trip to Santa Fe before headed back to Europe.
