Adventures in Amsterdam

I had a lovely, uneventful, though unsleeping flight from Washington.  I think I doze out of desperation, but am thankful that the seat next to me was empty, and am praying for the same on the next leg!


One of the things I love about Schiphol Airport is that I can (pay to) take a wonderful shower.  When we landed, I had an hour between that time and the time to board, so I set off to find my favorite place.


Except that I couldn't find it.  They've done some nice redecorating, and I didn't see the signs for the hotel I wanted.  Due to the time crunch, I really didn't have time to find it.


In my wanderings, I saw a sign for a bathroom with a shower.  Praise the Lord!  Now I know that a shower isn't mandatory, but I, and I daresay everyone else on the plane, appreciate it.  Naturally, this was a free shower.  Which means no towel.  This is in addition to the fact that I generally take shampoo and deodorant, but no soap or comb.  No, I have no idea why I've not yet learned that these are critical items.


There was a fresh bar of soap, for which I was grateful, though the shampoo would have sufficed.  The lack of a towel was problematic, so I went to the gate with mostly dripping wet, uncombed hair.  I'm sure I look a fright, but I'm clean and that makes me happy.


Oh, and for some reason, the blogger pages I use to write to you default to Dutch.  I'm sure someone in technology has figured out where it I am, but I have NO idea why they decided to be so helpful.  The good folks at Google Chrome noticed this, however, and popped up a bar asking if I wanted the page translated.  Yes, please.


I apologize for the spacing; the free wifi runs out soon, and I don't want to take time to fix it.  I will later.