Everything I read said not to leave the Amsterdam airport—trains delay, customs lines are long, security can back up. The plane arrived at 6am from Entebbe, Uganda, and I hadn’t slept at all…because I watched Jurrasic World, Out of Africa, and Mr. Holmes. Anyway, I was wandering around and accidentally found myself in immigration with no line.
“You can get a coffee. It’s very close,” insisted the border agent, stamping my passport faster than it’s ever been stamped. It was freezing outside so I had a coffee indoors at Dutch and Delicious. True to advertising, it was in fact Dutch and delicious.
I made it back into the airport with plenty of time to stop and smell the tulips. The famous museum in the airport is unfortunately closed for the next 18 months or so for construction.
Next stop: HOUSTON!
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