Lessons in patience

I do try, I really do.  I'd even say that I have begun to understand the true meaning of patience since moving here.  But when I've been waiting for 20 minutes for the check at the restaurant so we don't miss the train back home, which is the last one (ok, there is one an hour and 1/2 later that runs local so it takes twice as long), I tend to get a little pissy.  Some people have phobias of heights or snakes, I have a phobia of being late.   I've had more dreams (nightmares?) than I can count of trying to get the airport on time.

I've been playing with some photo software - pretty cool.  I think these photos are very calming.