amsterdam

In spite of getting lost at my own hometown airport (its amazingly confusing, or maybe its only confusing when I'm completely nervous and have low blood sugar. I asked me dad to drop me off at terminal one, but it was not labelled such from the freeway, so I figured he should drop me off at the international terminal, forgetting that we had a layover in Memphis. It took getting on the wrong airport train and taking a gratuitous ride to the train terminal to get me back to the correct place) we made it to Amsterdam yesterday. Airports are such great places to people watch. The outlandish costumes, the global fasion victims, the loud, the lost, the lovable unwashed hordes-- we were no exception. We boarded a city bus right outside of Schipol (sheep-hole) and took it to what appeared to be a mere few inches from where we thought our hotel was. We were wrong on every count. Carrying all our luggage (lots of it, because we are going camping, too) we wandered the lovely streets, passing some other tourists in the same predicament twice. We saw them a third time after we found it, at the hotel bar- at that point we all had a good laugh.