Yesterday we climbed down the ladder from the loft bed in our at 6:30 a.m.; almost 24 hours later, clumbed into bed at home in Charlottetown.In between we took a metro to Rotterdam central station, a train to Schiphol Airport, flew to Toronto, had a layover there, and then flew to Charlottetown. In the way all transatlantic travel feels when it’s over, it feels like magic, like it shouldn’t be physically possible to move so far so fast.

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