We arrived Sunday morning at 7 into Schiphol Airport - a little silly with exhaustion, but fortunately our marvellous coordinator, Eva, was there to welcome us with open arms and a sign that read like balm to our weary eyes: "Welcome Roosevelt!"
It's a good thing that when we arrived at our hotel we were too tired to lift a single cry of protest over the (not ready) state of our rooms. Figuring we'd descend into the sleep of the dead if we sat for even a moment, we headed out to get our bearings. And pancakes.
We saw a huge swath of the city, from the Museumplein to the three great canals to the red light district before gratefully taking advantage of the city's wonderful train system to get back to the hotel in the early afternoon.
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