

Jason and I took a train into Amsterdam last night for a date. This is the first time he and I have gone by ourselves to Amsterdam since before we moved here. We had dinner at Casa Di David, Jason's favorite Italian restaurant in Amsterdam. We shared a bottle of wine, had appetizers, dinner, and dessert (of course). It was perfect! After dinner we strolled along the canals back to the train station. We got there earlier than expected, so we checked the schedules to get on an earlier train. We found one that listed our destination, so we hopped on. As we were sitting there waiting to go, a voice came over the intercom explaining something in Dutch. We watched as a bunch of people jumped out of their seats and got off the train. We assumed they were on the wrong train but knew that our destination was listed so thought we were fine. Again, the voice came over the intercom. This time stressing (still in Dutch) what they had said earlier. At this point I turned and asked a fellow traveler what the message was. "This train is only going as far as Harlaam" they respond. Well, that was not our destination. So we jumped up to get off the train. The doors closed just as we got off.
So then we were running to a different platform in order to catch the another train heading to our destination. We made that train with time to spare because it was running 5 minutes late. Jason was falling asleep on the train as it was a very quiet ride (after all it was late). For some reason, again they announced why in Dutch, the train stopped for awhile. This is the problem with taking public transportation. There is a ripple affect. If your train is late you might be late for your next connection, the bus in our case. So when we finally made it to the bus station, we ran to catch our bus. Luckily, the bus was also running late so we made it on. However, this was merely a bus we needed to take for a connection to the bus which would ultimately get us home. We were the last people to get off the bus, somewhere we had never been, in the middle of nowhere. We then needed to find the right bus stop for our final leg of the journey. When we made it to the stop, we were so proud of ourselves for navigating our way through all the train and bus schedules that finally brought us to this point. With smiles on our faces we see our bus approaching. Than we watch it drive right past us!
We were at the right stop. We were standing up with our tickets in hand. We have no idea why the driver did not stop. So we checked the schedule and the next bus would not be by for an hour. We were in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, so we began walking. As a side note for those of you who have never been here, nothing (not even a gas station) is open at this time of night. We saw a sign that said our town was 4 km (~2.5miles) away. We figured that wasn't to bad of a walk, it was a nice night. Unfortunately, after we had been walking for a while (in heels and dress shoes) we came to another sign that said our town was now 6 km (4 miles) away. We knew we were walking in the right direction because we had driven this way before. At this point we tried to get a hold of our neighbor to see if he would come pick us up. We were walking on a bike path along side a street surrounded by nothing but fields. Not really where you want to be in the middle of the night, but I guess it's better than downtown in a big city. Well, we couldn't get a hold of our neighbor, so we tried calling 3 different taxi companies (all as we are still walking). No luck there either. After walking for an hour, we came to another bus stop. The bus would be there in 6 minutes. Ironically, it was the same bus line we would have been on if we would had sat for an hour at the first stop. But then we wouldn't have gotten all that exercise!
For some reason, Jason and I laughed through this entire journey. Sure our feet were killing us (and I probably won't be able to put a pair of shoes on for a few days) but it was an adventure. Just another experience for us while we live abroad.