Do we dare hope?

I noticed last night, when we received official word flights from Amsterdam would resume today, I was afraid to celebrate. I did not want to feel too hopeful as the disapointment of another cancellation would be harder. (With the ash still spewing and the airlines scrambling, cancellations are a real possibility) Is this realism or cynicism? How often do I not allow myself to feel what I feel?

Meanwhile, we have another day in The Netherlands. We will do as the locals do, get on a bike!