Last Breakfast

During our layover in Amsterdam, Nico and I treat ourselves to a huge breakfast fearing this may be one of our last good meals. Neither of us were able to sleep much on the plane as we had hoped to. Nico swears that if he were just one inch shorter he would have been able to find a comfortable position. It should be noted that all such positions involved use of my body as a form of pillow for some part of his body.