Arrival

I wonder why the flight from Minneapolis to Amsterdam was less stressful than Boise to Minn. Probably because I had access to 20 movies and solitaire on a personal screen, fellow solitaire addicts will rejoice. After landing in a surprisingly hot Amsterdam and taking the train to Amsterdam Centraal I had to be the stupid American with all the luggage that everyone loves. I pondered various tram signs for a bit, then sensibly hailed a cab. A 25 minute walk with a 50 lb suitcase was not gonna happen. I arrived at my dorm quad and quickly realized that Amsterdamians and Americans have very different ideas of what the term "dorm" means. I'll take the Amsterdamian version. We share a common area kitchen with a huge porch on top of the building that overlooks the city, totally awesome. Today I've milled around for a couple hours, purchased flowers and a bike, and now I will nap. Video of "dorm" and some house boats below.