Amsterdam

So, I arrived 20 hours later than I was supposed to. I will say Amsterdam (ok, the hotel was nice, really nice). Getting onto the shuttle bus was kinda a pain, it was crowded and I wasn’t about to stand for 20 mins, so I pretended like I was riding the metro and pushed my way into the line, didn’t let a lady cut, and found a seat!

While waiting at the gate to leave Amsterdam, I start playing the “I hope I don’t have to sit next to that person game.” First ‘winner’ was “Miss Swine Flu” she kept coughing and blowing her nose, then she’d take a quick nap and start the coughing and blowing all over again. Then there was ‘Mr. What Not to Wear’ on an airplane or ever wear, especially if you are so furry! He was my biggest fear…heavy set 50 yr old man in a black wife beater shirt, fanny pack and to top it off, he was a laser hair removal ideal client! I think I actually said a little prayer asking not to sit next to him. Finally the plane started loading, I had lost track of Miss Swine Flu (I figured I had a bandana (ie face mask) and hand sanitizer, but I could not handle sitting next to Mr. What not to Wear, besides, he was easy to spot. He loaded way before I did, meaning he was either in the way back or misplaced in business class or first class, part of me wanted him in first class!

Once on the plane I find the correct seat and continue w/ the game, looking at each person coming down the aisle, hoping for someone who had showered w/in 12 hours and used deodorant. Finally, someone catches my eye and says, “I hate to have you move, but I need to get to my seat” I WON! I WON! I WON! First of all, she spoke English, second she was average size, third, she didn’t stink and she was polite. Turns out she was from Houston and had been traveling w/ her best friend for the past 10 days.

Pics from the last day are here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=85525&id=1038297795&l=010f8e24ad