An Afternoon in Amsterdam

Read part one, Traveling is Easy, Life is Hard, first. It’s been more than six hours since takeoff. Clayton and I are intently watching the sleeping guy sitting next to me, chin touching his chest, gingerly balancing a plastic cup of Coke on his lap. “He is going to drop it now.” I whisper, chuckling. The cup tips over for a second but then straightens back up as soon as he inhales. Although we are amused by our neighbor's beverage acrobatics we are mostly jealous and impressed by his ability to sleep through the ten hour flight. Absolutely all of it. We both sigh. I am not sure what to expect once we land in Amsterdam. Due to missing our trans-Atlantic flight, we get only half a day, instead of a three day visit, before we have to catch a flight to Romania. An hour later, my neighbor is apologizing [...]