Three alarm clocks set, passports safely stowed away and checked countless times and a taxi booked for 4:45am it can only mean one thing; travelling time!
The mission was to fly from London to Amsterdam and fly back in one day whilst seeing as much of a capital city I have wanted to visit for many many years as possible.
Besides getting on the wrong train at Amsterdam airport (kids don’t live by the motto of lets just jump on the first train) our travel to the capital was seamless. We arrived into a beautifully sunny and warm day and just let our feet get us lost, one step at a time.
The centre of Amsterdam is far and away the smallest and friendliest city I’ve ever visited. Warm coffee and warmer smiles radiating from every street. It may of course have been the wafts of marijuana floating down the canals but the whole city seemed beautifully relaxed. Having come from cold cut-off London, Amsterdam felt like an old friend welcoming you to their home.
The day was a mix of snacking on incredible food and sightseeing and by the time it came to flying back to home soil we had walked nine miles. Not a single step felt wasted (apart from getting occasionally lost down streets whose names I can’t pronounce let alone navigate around) and on the plane back with buzzing feet I felt a strange sense of leaving somewhere I would be going back to.