So much so, that I really started feeling guilty for even suggesting the trip in the first place, and thinking that I might just have to go alone! At some point in the conversation, I even said, "Don't you think if we are going to die in a plane crash, it will be good that at least we go together?" But no he totally disagreed, and he said when the plane started to go down, he would definitely turn to me and mouth that, "This is all you fault." And yes, he was kidding.
I finally settled him down somewhat, and he calmed the rest of his nerves by sending out an e-mail will to our families, telling them what should happen with our wide-screen television and his Star Wars book collection in case we never made it back from The Netherlands.
When we finally got to the hotel, I was so relieved that they let us check in, even though it was uber early. Because I wanted nothing more than to take a shower! And now I must confess something to you that I'm ashamed of. I am a strong believer in staying up till it's nighttime in whatever country you are in because otherwise it is really hard to adjust to the new time zone. And I've always done that in past. But I'm older now (heck, I just turned 26) and boy oh boy were we tired. So we pulled those black-out curtains and caught the best few hours of sleep I've ever had.
After dinner, we walked down to Dam Square (which has the Royal Palace, a war monument, and Madame Tussauds), and when we rounded the corner and it came into view Adam said, "Wow, Wow, Wow." That touched my heart in so many ways, Adam is not always as outwardly expressive as I am. So to know that he was THAT impressed and excited about what he was seeing meant EVERYTHING to me. Later, he told me he couldn't believe he was in the Netherlands, and that he was a world traveler now. And at that moment, I knew this was going to be an amazing vacation.
We learned the history of Amsterdam on this cruise (like that Amsterdam means, "Safety on the Water.") And we got to see the city in light and dark as the sun doesn't set till around 10 p.m. over there. We cruised pass the red light district, and we even saw the Anne Frank House on the Prisengracht. I almost cried when I saw the building, just seeing something that has meant so much to me over the years made me emotional. We even saw the church, the Westerkirk, which she talks about in the diary.
One of the very last things we did was go under the skinny bridge. The legend has it that two sisters who lived on opposite sides of the river, built the original 1691 bridge, so they could visit each other. Although wealthy, they were not quite wealthy enough to afford a bridge of adequate width for general use, and so they built a very narrow bridge, hence its name.
When you go under the bridge, you have to close your eyes, make a wish, and kiss the one you love. Which was a perfect way, to end such a great day!
Song of the Day: Baggage Claim by Miranda Lambert