This past weekend my friend
Samantha and I traveled to Amsterdam for a girl’s weekend. It wasn’t
necessarily supposed to be a girl’s weekend, we tried to get our other bestie
Tyler to go, but too many things came up so it turned out he couldn’t make it.
Anyways, it was Thanksgiving
weekend, as all Americans reading this know, and I was feeling kind of
homesick. I think the combination of multiple tests and big assignments, seeing
friend’s facebook posts and pictures about going home for Thanksgiving (and
being a little jealous), and Spain’s complete lack of festivity for the holiday
season all contributed. Thanksgiving is also such a nice holiday because its
just like Christmas but not as cold (usually, but you never know in the
Chicagoland area), and there aren’t any presents to lead to animosity; you just
get to see your whole family and eat food and relax. It’s perfect.
So we had an 8 pm flight and we
both had class until 5 pm. I had already packed the night before so basically
right after my class ended I ran home, checked over all my stuff and left for
the metro to the airport.
The flight was sooo nice compared
to what I am used to. Being a poor college student, most of my trips that I
take I fly on budget airlines. I think these only exist in Europe but basically
you get a really cheap ticket but you can’t check a bag and you get no free
extras that we take for granted on normal flights (no snack, no drinks,
NOTHING). Also on these budget airlines they come down the aisles and try and
sell you stuff the whole time so you can never relax or sleep because someone
is always coming down the aisles with perfume or maps or basically
anything.
This flight, however, was on a real
airline (KLM Royal Dutch) and it was really nice. The flight was only 2.5 hours
but we got a sandwich, a cookie, and two drinks, all for FREE! The first time
they came down the aisles with the drinks I was so not used to it I asked if it
was free. I’m sure they thought I was really tacky but I forgot what its like
to be on a normal airline.
So the flight was really great and
we easily arrived in Amsterdam. We had to take the train to our Hostel, which
was kind of confusing at first since the tickets kiosk was not simple but we
ended up just buying tickets at the counter from a real person who spoke
English. I have to say, Madrid by far has the best and easiest metro system
from what I’ve experience in Europe. It goes everywhere and you can easily buy
tickets and its cheap.
On the train we ended up accidently
sitting in first class (we bought 2nd class tickets but obviously
didn’t know what we were doing) but the conductor was cool about it. We sat
next to a native Amsterdam guy who was really nice. He actually pointed us in
the direction of our hostel once we got off the train and definitely went out
of his way to help us; Ahhh the perks of being two young, lost-looking
girls.
Amsterdam was freezing. I expected
cold, but after being in 50-60 degree Madrid, getting to 30 something degree
Amsterdam (since it was night) with wind and rain was a little shocking.
Luckily I brought my hideous, Michelin man, white, puffy, crop-top-ish, down
coat for the trip.
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