The Easy Jet flight to Amsterdam went by in 50 minutes, and I spent the majority of it laughing at some rowdy British guys who were on the way to what I imagine is their version of a what happens in Vegas bachelor party.
Date: May 6th, 2016
Time: 8:32 am – 08:32 CET
Location: My friend’s apartment – Amsterdam, Netherlands
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone drink as much beer in under an hour as they did, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at how no matter where you go “bros” are everywhere.
Going through customs in Amsterdam was a breeze. The guard asked me where I was going and how long I was going to be there, and then without even blinking stamped my passport – nothing compared to the intense process of going through customs in America. I found my friend quickly, and we walked together to their version of the subway. It blew my mind how cool the little trains were. You have to understand, I live in Atlanta and every time I’ve ridden MARTA, I cry a little inside, but these trains were packed and efficient and some even had two floors! Maybe I’m just easily impressed, but clearly Atlanta is slacking in the public transportation department. The train breezed through the city, and I immediately fell in love with Amsterdam. I went on and on about how pretty the views were, and my friend just laughed and said something along the lines of, “You ain’t seen nothin yet.”
When we got off of the train, we were in Central Station. As we took the short 15-minute walk from the station to his apartment, I found myself falling more and more in love with this city. Everything was so picturesque: the boats on the canals, the bridges, the bike lanes, the colorful clothing, the striking architecture – all of it. The streets were full of people and vibrant with life. The smell of pizza and Indian food and French fries and coffee shops lingered in the air, and I wanted to experience all of it. Maybe it was the tank top I had on, but I noticed that guys were checking me out here a lot more than back home, and that gave me a good laugh. The street art here blew my mind, apparently Banksy was in town too because his name was scribbled along the streets.
My Cinco de Mayo did not include any tequila or tacos, but I was thrilled that I had finally made it to Amsterdam. Right now it’s 3:05 am back home, but I’ve already had a full night’s sleep, and I’m thrilled to see what Amsterdam will show me today.