Leaving Warsaw (4 of 4)

All good things must come to an end.  I checked out of hotel and walked to the tram station where I caught Tram 7 to the Central Railway Station.  Here, I transferred to Train S2 to take me back to the airport.  Security was a breeze at the airport.  I wanted to head to Bolero lounge but it was in a part of the airport where non-Schengen flights fly out of.  If I had gone to that lounge, I would have left the country of Poland and been in No Man’s Land.  Instead, I picked up breakfast from a local airport restaurant and headed to my gate, ready to start my long trek home.

I landed in Amsterdam where I cleared immigration and was (appropriately) stamped out of the Schengen region.  I had about a 40-minute wait to board my bird back to the US.  At times, the time seemed to go by fast and at times it seemed slow.  But 8 hours, 50 minutes later, and we had landed in the good ol’ US of A about 8:30pm.   Clearing immigration here was a cinch because I have Global Entry.  One look at my passport and the CBP Officer said “Welcome Home.”  I grabbed my passport and headed out of the Atlanta airport to wait for my wife to give me a ride back home.  I got home, slightly tired, slightly jet lagged, but mentally ready for a long day at work the following day.  Could I have taken Tuesday off to recover from my trip?  Yes.  Should I have? Probably.  But since I was traveling west, the jet lag was not too bad.  Afterall, I gained 6 hours in the time difference alone. 

And that was my trip.  Would I do it again?  You betcha!  In a heartbeat.  Where to next? I guess you have to stay tuned to find out.