Today will take us from OSL to AMS. Despite our planning, when I ask about checkout time we discover it is 10 am, not 11 am or noon! We rush to finish packing and check out–just at 10 am. There are new people gathering and clearly they are ready to be done with weekend guests! The desk calls us a cab to the train. At the train station Mitch gets us onto the train with little a difficulty, but much patience. This is why he is so much better at logistical stuff: patience.
We enjoy a Starbucks at the airport then check our bags, get through security and customs, then grab lunch and go to the SAS lounge which, by stroke of luck* our tickets give us access to. I spend the next two hours trying to do a newsletter on the iPad, which is difficult because I have never done it before and I don’t have access to all the things I usually use to create them. I get something done, but it is funky and not what I wanted at all.
*One of my mother’s favorite sayings, which was apparently also a favorite of her mother’s, is: “More by good luck than good management.”
We get to the gate where I read my book. I read on the trip to Amsterdam. Again we get on a train after the application of much patience by Mitch and head to the City Center Station. We have a little trouble with our bags, because these are not trains designed for this purpose. We have to carry our bags down the aisle to a seat configuration that is large enough to get them in because there is no other place for them. In our defense, these are 23/24″ suitcases, not really huge ones! On disembarking at the station and jumping on an escalator my bag is overturned because it is so fat and I am exceedingly grateful to a nice gentleman who helps me right it and my carry on, and get myself in order again. Mitch’s patience is a little thin at this point and he doesn’t even notice this. I am grateful when we hand our bags over to a cab driver and head to our hotel.
As I walk into the lobby of our hotel, the windows are full of handbags by Hester Van Eeghen. The front desk person scrutinizes our passports and notices that today is my birthday. I’ve actually kind of forgotten it. Shortly after arriving in our room another staff person knocks on the door with piece of birthday cheesecake and french macaroons. We make dinner plans and break out the vodka purchased in the duty free shop at the airport. I make make-shift martinis. No olives. Stirred, not shaken. I actually begin knitting again! We make our way to an Indonesian restaurant, then return to our hotel for birthday cheesecake.
Get the rest of our Amsterdam visit! JWK Travel Diary Amsterdam
P.S. I updated the last restaurant we ate at in Amsterdam.