June 10 Amsterdam

The train was interesting and I am glad I did it for the experience. The cabin was a small space and I lost track of the numbed of times I bonked my head and even my bad knee got a good whack. There is a small sink to wash but the water temperature is unpredictable and it is difficult not to splash the floor when washing. The bed was fairly comfortable but small and when the train cornered there was a tendency to slide up or down on the bed. There is also the pleasure of sharing a toilet although this was never a problem. When I woke up very much before our arrival time I still felt tired because of the less sleep hours but we washed, packed up and waited to arrive. In Amsterdam, the bags were installed into lockers and we went to stand in line for the Anne Frank house. We waited about an hour and only I went in because Carl had already been here. In situations like Anne's, I want there to be a happy ending but she didn't make it. Her story does however live on in her book and this museum. Afterward, we strolled around for a while longer and then caught the train to the airport. Here we found our hotel shuttle bus where we were spending the night. We need to get some rest since we have an early start to going home tomorrow.