Rebunging my belongings once I was off the plane was exhilarating because I knew I would breeze through customs and emerge a free woman--no waiting for luggage or worries of bags gone AWOL. I couldn't find Steven. I didn't have his cell phone number written down. I walked around a bit then sat at a coffee bar to wait. After 40 minutes I took out my computer, logged on to the airport wifi and sent him an email hoping he had a blackberry. No go. I checked his email and found a cell number for him. By the time I found a phone about an hour had passed. i called him and he was on the subway on his way back to Central. He was at the airport at Arrival Area 2. We both had looked around and had missed each other. It's a ten minute ride so he hopped on the metro and came back for me.
A subway and a 10 minute trolley ride took us to his place-- a bright 2 bedroom apartment across the street from Vondel Park-- 10 foot windows, SW exposure keeps the apt light filled. the sun doesn't set until 9PM here.
After a little regrouping, unpacking and snacking on delicious bread and Gouda, we left for a neighborhood tour.
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