And so here we are on this fated day that is to be the start of my great adventure. Excitement is definitely in the air but, at the same time, despite months of literal preparation I'm still a nervous wreck. Butterflies are aflutter in my stomach, a frog has settled in my throat and I can't seem to get at the itch in the back of my head telling me I have forgotten something vital. Despite these unpleasantries, we push forward. Onward to the plane.
Now it's all a waiting game.
Arriving in Amsterdam was a piece of pie. The eight hour flight over seas was a big ball of fun. And that's only partially sarcastic. The flight boarded on time, left on time, and arrived early. There is an extreme discomfort I have when I am on an airplane, but this was a good trip. The only problem with arriving early means that I have a longer wait in Amsterdam. On the bright side, the airport is lovely and the people are very friendly, although I think I would have liked it there more if I like beer. However, they have a Starbucks and that is the way to my heart.
I also met up with Sherie in Amsterdam and we were able to get to Florence and safely to Hotel Duca D'Aosta. Krystal, Amy, and Steph (other girls from Ripon) and Duncan all came in as Sherie and I were checking in. Having no rooms as of yet to crash in, into the city we went. Pizza near the Duomo and across the river we traveled. We walked for a few hours in the beautiful city and finally retired for an afternoon nap.
A magical start.
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