Journey to Africa: Holland

The journey to Africa: Holland

I flew from TRI to ATL and then to Amsterdam.  I had been worried about my layover inAmsterdam because I did not speak Dutch and I did not know much about Amsterdam.  Thankfully, God gave me a very sweetman to sit beside on the plane who was actually from Harlem, a suburb of Amsterdam. Harlem is where the Corrie tenBoom house stands.  He was aretired flight attendant and his wife was currently working as a flightattendant.  He pulled out the“Holland Herald” and proceeded to tell me everything about Holland.  He said since I had a long layover Ishould get out of the airport and take a canal tour; so I did.  I bought a train ticket to centralstation and waited on my train. Then I heard the trains were not running by order of the firebrigade.  I decided that was not agood sign.  So I bought a busticket to central station and then had to get off that bus and catch the metroto get to central station.  (Sidenote: I forgot pot was legal in Holland and boy was I surpised at the smells inthe bus station.  No worries, I didn’tinhale.  LOL) Finally I made it andhad a wonderful tour of the canal. I was able to see Central station, lots of fabulous boat houses,buildings from the 15^th century,  an opera house, the Anne Frank house, The Jewish historicalmuseum, Magere Brug, The flower market, Madame Tussads, The royal palace, TheNemo science museum and the Van gogh café before I had to head back to catch mynext flight.  I wish I could haveseen the Ruks museum where the Rembrandt paintings are and the Van GoghMuseum.  I love Van Gogh!  Who knew Amsterdam would be so muchfun!   I think I would like to spend a week there.