Arrival



We're sitting in Amsterdam Centraal Station awaiting our next train. We got here from the Schiphol Airport station and are transferring here. When it comes to trains and public transportation, Doug and I seem to slide through by the skin of our teeth (by hook or by crook, by a hair's breadth). But somehow "the skin of our teeth" seems to know what it's doing even when we don't. We are, at the moment, in the place we want to be, headed in the right direction. After a 10-hour flight and minimal sleep, that feels like a win. We should be at Michael and Margaret's place in Syke (Germany) by 6:30 this evening if the trains run on time. They tell us that German trains aren't quite what they used to be. We shall see.

In any case, I love train travel.

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