After shedding a few tears saying bye to everyone (especially during my last hug with my folks) I got myself checked in and ready for the flight. It left Dallas at 3:45 PM on September 26, and was scheduled to land at 8:00 AM in Amsterdam for a 12 hour layover. I've been on quite a few trans-Atlantic flights in my day, and I'm still not used to them. They are ALWAYS miserable. Luckily the flight was severely undersold so I had the whole middle section of 4 seats all to myself. So I downed 3 melatonin tabs and decided I'd try to take a nap during the 9+ hour trip. So why the heck did I not sleep a wink?! I put on slow instrumental music. I watched boring movies. I laid down. I stared at the seat in front of me. I did everything I could possibly do to knock myself out. Didn't work.
SO I arrived in Amsterdam at 8:00 local time (1:00 AM Central time in the U.S.) on the same 3 hours of sleep I had the night before. I had grand plans for my long layover in Amsterdam. It was a 12 hour break between my two flights so I had plenty of time to take the train from Schiphol Airport to the center of Amsterdam.
Outside of the airport
So I set out to conquer Amsterdam. I took a lengthy (and somewhat boring) train ride to the central station. On my phone was a list of places to visit in the city: Anne Frank's house, Stadsschouwburg Theatre, HomoMonument, the floating flower market etc. Well when I got off the train it suddenly hit me how tired I was. I was dragging my sad carcass all over that city with very little energy.
The beautiful canals
So I decided that I'd take a little break at the local Burger King (don't judge) because they had ample seating, easy selection and free wifi. I got to text a little with my folks while I was there which made me feel so much better. As homesick as one may get, a little contact with family and friends goes a long way. I was so worn out that I decided to hit up one place on my list and head back to the airport. So I headed to Stadsschouwburg Theatre just to check out the architecture. It was absolutely beautiful. They had a fun little shop downstairs that helped me pass a little time, but I was fading very quickly.
Me upstairs at BK in Amsterdam
So headed back to the train station I felt like passing out. With more than 6 hours to spare I crawled onto the train and headed back to the airport. It was so relaxing to be checked in and sitting at my terminal. I just passed the time until it was ready for the last little leg of my trip to Palma!