Frankfurt to Amsterdam Train Day 84 and 85

* I forgot to do a post the day Paul left… that would be DAY 84.

I was on the train all day, and would you believe I didn’t take a single picture? I was feeling sort of sad and lonely this morning when I woke up after having my travel companion for the past 2 weeks now departed. But, I still have 3 months to go so I shook off my dark cloud and made my way to the train station. I was going to take a cab to the station, but the guy at the front desk told me that it was super easy to take the tram. (I wish I’d known that earlier after paying for 3 cab rides!) so I walked down the street to catch it. Buying my ticket for the tram (in German) was no easy feat. What do they make these things so difficult? I stood there for 5 minutes looking perplexed, and not one person came over to see if I needed help! Finally, as I was starting to feel like I was going to go postal, I just forced this elderly man to buy my ticket for me. In a very nice way, of course. (:  I get on the tram, then realised I had no idea what the stop is called where I’m supposed to get off. I’m racking my brain trying to remember what the train station is called in German. Hop-something… Hopbahn… Hopbaunhof! That’s it! The spelling here might be wrong, but at least I knew what it was called, and I hoped that that was what the stop was called. Thankfully the stop was called that, so I got off and made my train in time.

I’m in Amsterdam now staying with one of my sisters friends’ sister who so generously offered me her spare room (big shout out to Katie and Jared!) I had a great sleep after a yummy Mexican dinner made complete with a margarita. I’ve really missed spicy food, not so easy to find in Europe! And the Margarita had real ice cubes in it! A miracle! I’ve realised, not only is it hard to find ice on this continent, it’s also very hard to find cold drinks. Period. The last couple of days have been really, really hot. All I want when it’s that hot is a really cold drink. It doesn’t even need ice, but when its coming from a refrigerated compartment, you’d think it would be cold, right? Either the Europeans are trying to conserve energy, or I’m just a spoiled North American, but I haven’t found a truly cold drink come out of a shops fridge in weeks. It’ll be *cool*, but not cold. I was at the Frankfurt train station, and I got a pretzel and a Fanta. She handed me the drink and I paid. I started walking away when I realised my drink wasn’t cold at all, so I went back and asked her if  I could get a colder one. Big mistake. She pulls out a Coke and hands it to me. I say, NO, can I have a COLD Fanta? She says, Cola? NO, COLD, like Brrrrrr! And I act out shivering for effect. She still doesn’t get it, and I realise that I’m fighting a losing battle here. I ask someone in line what the German word for cold is. She says it’s cauld. OK then, why isn’t this woman understanding me? She  is giving me the death glare on top of it all! All I wanted was a properly cold, refreshing drink! I was totally feeling like the demanding (North) American tourist, but I really didn’t think I was asking too much of them. In the end she just gave me my money back to get rid of me, and I went and bought my Fanta somewhere else, where it was equally as room temperature as the last. Sigh…


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One Response to Frankfurt to Amsterdam Train Day 84 and 85

  1. Michele June 29, 2011 at 9:03 pm #

    OMG, I miss a few posts and I miss everything! Paul proposed? You’re engaged! OMG! Congratulations to both of you!!! What a romantic fellow he is, popping the question in Europe. Congratulations again!

    I’m so glad to hear you like Bruges so much. Ian and I are definitely going there ASAP. I’ve been wanting to see it ever since I saw the movie, which was brilliant. “Maybe that’s what hell is…the entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges.” Yeah, drinking Belgian beer, right? 🙂

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