For a dozen reasons, we didn’t want to leave Scotland. How can one look forward to a trip for more than a decade, finally experience it, and leave without crying?
I cried at the airport. Full on. Cried.
We drove 1,468 miles in England and Scotland, which doesn’t account for the miles we walked, nor taking the train back and forth to London. Needless to say, we felt accomplished and took advantage of every opporunity.
View of Scotland as we flew away:
When we were booking our flights for this trip, it was inevitable that we’d have a layover in Amsterdam. Though I’d been to the Netherlands as a kid, Chuck had yet to put his feet on mainland European soil.
So, why not finagle a later flight, get one more stamp in the passport, and tour the city?
We booked a hotel room next to the train station so everything would be walkable. This was our view:
With only a couple of hours until sunset, we unloaded our luggage and took to the streets immediately.
Amsterdam was exactly as I remembered it – all bikes and canals.
Sunset was coming, and we were perfectly positioned for a postcard moment:
These photos were taken with my phone since I didn’t want to haul the camera all night. Not bad for cell phone photos!
Dinner was pizza on a patio:
Killed it:
Cheers to a memorable trip and to being each other’s favorite traveling buddy.
