“It’s going to cost you 101 euros,” said the attendant, “There’s no reimbursement at all for missed flights?” I pleaded. “No unfortunately not,” she responded curtly. As I handed her my debit card and passport, I realized that I seriously needed to get it together if I was going to survive the next few week.
“Dinner’s at 7:00 p.m., that means we have two hours to kill. How about hitting up a coffee shop or a bar?” my friend asked. I giggled and said, “Okay, let’s see what these coffee shops are about.” We walked over, and before I could even see the coffee shop, I could smell it. Continue reading “Exploring the Culture of Amsterdam”