After a long couple of flights, we arrived in Amsterdam Sunday morning. It was easy flight, I was able to sleep a large chunk of it, and even though I downloaded something like 7 novels on my kindle, I ended up watching tv most of the time anyway. Who would have thought it would be a treat to zone out and watch some comedy? That's what traveling without kids does to your mindset. The Gorilla swears the air travel is the best part of the trip.
We got to the hotel, had some lunch, then I promptly passed out in the fluffy bed. Welcome to Amsterdam! You are old and tired. I rallied by the late afternoon and tagged along with The Gorilla as he met with a group of vloggers flown in from all over the world to cover this first premiere. Those are the guys on the left. On the right you have the men assigned to keep us out of trouble. Mostly.
We went to dinner at a great place where you had to climb stairs, then climb some more stairs. Then I think there was another set of stairs. They were so steep, and we were all a little delirious. There was only one casualty, and thankfully he was behind me on the steps and not in front. Except he's the one I share a name with, so I still had to stop.
One table asked to be moved away from us within seconds of being seated. Another table called us obnoxious and gave varying degrees of glares throughout our meal. Party poopers.
We stayed up late, and my toes were frozen even though my boots and socks. I didn't notice it until I was preparing for bed. Laughter distracts from small miseries.
Monday morning I slept late, then joined the press for a boot tour through the canals with the old man. The vloggers we'd met the night before dressed as old men for their interviews, so it was grandpa to grandpa. They really went for it and looked great.
Plus these twins are legendary, so I hear.
All the shenanigans aside, the canal tour was beautiful and fun. The perfect balance to spending an afternoon alone, remembering.