so I went to Amsterdam on July 17th when we had a long weekend.
It was a rather spontaneous decision to go but I couldn’t be happier that I made it. I was sitting in the back yard and Patricia asked me if I wanted to go to Rome with her and a couple other people that weekend. I said sure and that we should make some plans after supper. After Patricia went inside Josh who had been doing his laundry beside me said – “Oh? You’re not going to Amsterdam this weekend.”
Wait what?
Since when was that an option?
Apparently Michael had been making plans to go and asked Josh if he wanted to come. And since a few of us had all gone to the beach together the previous weekend Josh assumed I was coming to Amsterdam too. (yes please)
So Katia and I decided that we needed in on that action. We came upon Handy, Andi, Josh and Michael all buying their tickets in the back yard (where the internet works) and asked to tag along.
So we set about making flight plans. With the terrible internet, it took about 3 hours and countless tries to actually get the flights booked but we eventually managed it and still had time to go watch the world cup finals.
It was supposed to be a group of 6 of us going but the Handy and Andi and Josh decided they would stay behind to work in the trenches at Aguttso so it was just Katia, Michael and I who ended up going - which made for a nice low-key weekend.
The trip getting there was a lot of fun. We took the bus to Siena (along with most of Scavi who were leaving Vescovado) on Friday afternoon since we got a half day to begin out long weekend. At the train station we got our tickets to Rome on a train that didn’t leave for a couple hours so we went across the street to stock up on snacks for the ride. We went for a well deserved espresso since we had gotten up at 5am yet again and had worked 4 hours on the hill. After a lunch of cheese and prosciutto sandwiches and bottles of champagne (drunk through a straw with that touch of class Katia and I love) we went to catch our train.

The ride to Chiusi was uneventful. We got off our train and found that the train we were switching to was late and we had an hours wait. So we decided it would be a good time to go pee. Tragically the bathroom at the train station was broken so we went into the town to find somewhere to go.
We found a little bar and figured we’d buy a drink and use the bathroom. We decided on shots for a joke since it was mid afternoon. The only mildly appealing alcohol visible was Captain Morgan’s White Rum (not the most delicious to shoot though)
Apparently “shot” didn’t translate well.
What we got was 4 ounces of rum in a tumbler.
Well, what else is a good scavi member to do but take it to the face.
And so we did. (I was the first to finish)
Then with a good afternoon buzz going we went to the train. The train was pretty empty so we sat in a cabin and were quite cosily seated. Then Michael made the discovery that you could scoot the chairs into each other to make beds! This was perfect since there were 3 of us and 6 chairs in a cabin.
What joy for our aching bodies.
So, reclining in style we spent the trip to Rome chatting and listening to the Tallest Man on Earth courtesy of Michael’s iPod.
Once we arrived at termini we went for a bathroom break and the lovely bathroom was well worth the euro it cost especially compared to the delightful urine stained bar bathroom at Chiusi.
We used the self service terminals to buy tickets to the airport. It took several tries to get my card to work in the machine but we figured that we’d have enough time to make the train that left in 2 minutes.
So we ran (horrifically reminiscent of my first experience of Termini)
I ran until I thought I was going to vomit (definitely regretting the rum ‘shots’) and we still missed the train. (not exactly a surprise)
We decided we’d just use the ticket we’d bought for the next train that came (which was actually the last train of the night)
I lay on the ground (gross I know) in exhaustion and left a nice sweat angel on the floor when I got up.
We made it to the airport around midnight and made our way to the terminal that we were supposed to check in. we found a couple benches on which to nap while we waited until 4:30 when we could check in for our flight.
If the uncomfortable benches and dirty terminal weren’t bad enough there were mosquitoes buzzing around (flies are everywhere in Italy) making it impossible to sleep (Michael even got a delightful bite on the face) Then a security guard came around to tell us the terminal was closing and we had to go to terminal four which was open all night.
The terminal was bigger and cleaner, but there were also no benches which could be laid on (all of them had armrests). So, we lay on the floor.
It was frigid. Usually we complain about the heat and the lack of air conditioning, but this was ridiculous, too much air conditioning and a granite floor do not make for a good night’s sleep.
We all slept fitfully waking up every 10 or 20 minutes hoping that we’d wake up and an hour would have passed only to be disappointed that a only a fraction of the longest 4 hours of our lives had passed. We changed into the warmest clothes we had and laid on other clothing but still weren’t comfortable.
At around 2am Katia and I went outside to sit on a bench and warm up. We strongly considered sleeping there but decided it was way to sketchy sleeping near the hobos outside the airport.
Once 4:30 finally arrived we checked in and went through to security. Michael and I got through with no trouble, but Katia had forgotten that she had her multi tool and a fork in her backpack from the dig. So she had to go back through security a second time and deal with an extremely surly security guard. She did finally make it through sans fork and multi-tool.
Basically as soon as we sat down on our flight we were asleep. And slept all the way to Schipol Airport.
One we landed and got into the airport we went to the tourist centre and bought a map, asked where to get train tickets and got directions to our hotel. Second on the agenda was coffee.
With Starbucks and Train tickets in hand we went to catch a ride to the city centre.

As soon as we got out of the train station we fell in love. The stark contrast to Italy was shocking - 25 degrees, beautiful architecture, winding canals - it was even raining a little.
Our first stop was for breakfast. Then we decided that instead of taking the streetcar we’d walk to our hotel so we could see some of the sights of the city. We winded through the streets marvelling at the tall skinny buildings all squashed together leaning at different angles, the canals lined with boats of all shapes and sizes and the most bikes I have ever seen in my life. (it was funny to get used to looking both ways before crossing the street then again to cross the bike lane)
The weather was heavenly. I wore my jeans and tights with my dresses and didn’t break a sweat once – quite a welcome change from Vescovado.

We were too early to check in when we got to our hotel so we left our backpacks in the baggage room and set out to explore again. we walked around being touristy and We stopped for coffee again (caffeine has basically kept me alive this summer) at check-in time we went back to our hotel, our room was tiny but very nice and the beds were ridiculously comfortable. The shower was huge. Especially compared to the miniscule ones we have in Vescovado where you can barely wash your hair without banging your elbows on the walls.
After freshening up we decided on more walking around and exploring.we found a little place to eat supper. The pasta with pesto and bacon I had was delicious as were the classic Amsterdam fries and mayo after supper Katia started to feel sick - probably having ingested something gluten contaminated. So she walked back to the hotel and left Michael and I to our own devices.
We walked along the canals and sat and dangled our feet off the edge and watched boats go by for a while.

Later in our wanderings we happened upon the red light district which seemed rather tame in daylight although there were several girls in their windows. We passed by children and elderly tourists on our walk through which was kind of odd.
Utterly exhausted by 10pm we went back to our hotel for along sleep.
We had planned to sleep in. but apparently our bodies were still on scavi time and we woke up at 8am ready to go. And thus began our lazy Sunday in Amsterdam.
As per usual, coffee came first. We walked to the park by the I Amsterdam sign and had the most incredible waffles and café lattes after breakfast we walked through the park and to the Van Gogh museum. We were surprised that the line went so fast, but then realized that it was because they let way too many people into the museum at once. There were people crowded around all the paintings but everyone moved along with some order so it was possible to see everything.

The paintings were awesome, everything was set out as a progression in time of Van Gogh’s life and his paintings were interspersed with those of his mentors and inspirations from each period. The florals are my favourites as well as the still lifes. His period of Japanese inspiration wasn’t particularly appealing at all.
After the museum we decided to go for lunch. We stopped at a tiny little sketchy pub with a super old lady working there. She seemed rather forgetful as she scribbled down our orders. Michael got his ham and cheese but not the water he ordered so we shared. My burger was super yummy so I was happy despite the sketchiness. But tragically Katia’s food seemed to again contain gluten and she began feeling sick a little while later while we were walking around and again ended up going back to the hotel to sleep.
We sort of did some shopping, but I didn’t end up buying anything except food. We stopped in little touristy shops and a couple antique stores. We found a store that sold American food and stocked up on Jif peanut butter – a commodity that Italy is seriously lacking in – there is peanut butter but it definitely isn’t the same as the north American stuff and I stopped into lush to get some toiletries to make my scavi experience less dirty. I bought pastries at a bakery which were delicious. The doughnut that Michael had was the softest baked good I ever had the pleasure of holding in my hand.
We did a lot of walking then spent time sitting around in the park resting our aching feet.
Michael and I had the most delicious pancakes ever they were smothered in pureed bananas and powdered sugar. We decided that we couldn’t leave Amsterdam without making a trip to the Red Light District at night so Michael and I hung around to pass time (It didn’t get dark until about 10pm) we went to another park and climbed a tree and listened to music.
We finally decided to mosey on over and stopped for fries on the way. They were the most ridiculously deep fried, mayonnaise smothered things I had ever eaten and they were unimaginably delicious.
Michael and I walked along every little alley way and perused the selection of ladies. It was rather amusing they would call thins out of the doorway like: “do you want to play a game.” And the men coming from the rooms doing walks of shame was pretty funny. Definitely an interesting experience.
We then made it back to our room to sleep before getting up at 5am to make it back to the airport for our flight home. We had some trouble at the airport because we had to check a bag to get our peanut butter and Katia’s hair conditioner home. But we made it back to Vescovado alive.