Noord Holland Part I: Amsterdam

Noord Holland Part I: Amsterdam

Amsterdam is beginning to open up like a flower when it’s caressed by the sun.  As I’m trekking, the city is coming alive before my eyes.  Shopkeepers greet each other in languages that are not Dutch, Vespas try to keep up with traffic, the tram, THE TRAM, suitcase wheels shaking their maracas, and me internally letting out a primal scream.

Nederland: Holy Schiphol!

Nederland: Holy Schiphol!

Taking the escalator to the ground floor where the Schiphol train station resided, the platforms were littered with muttering passengers. I overheard a group of young women venting, and rolling their eyes in exasperation because they had been waiting 20 minutes for a train.  At that moment, I knew that the days of the punctual Deutsche Bahn trains were over.