With the advent of charter came red Flemish faces, and their carry-ons were bursting at the seams with last-minute purchases from the airport. This bag of travel documents may have traveled back to Brussels next to an unusually large bottle of Baileys liquor from the duty-free shop, as if to say: “This vacation may be over, but the party has just begun”. The tickets; their badge of honor. After all, they’ve braved the heat, sand, and masses, emerging victorious as conquerors of the beach.