The Final Day

Well, all good things must come to an end. And this is one of them. I must admit, I didn't sleep well at all last night. I was too anxious about my early morning flight. I always worry security is going to be long and make me miss my flight. So, at around 130 AM I change my alarm back a half hour to catch the first available tram to the airport. There weren't too many folks up and about at 530 AM.

The tram arrived nearly empty. Forty-five minutes later the tram was full of travelers heading to the airport. The trip cost me a little under eight pounds.

Delta Airlines does not have any permanent markers for the check-in booths. It took me a minute to see whose airline they were using to check-in. Another thing that was keeping me up was the fact that I was just over the weight limit for my bag coming. I had purchased a few souvenirs during my trip and was worried I’d be over for sure. I even left my old pair of Sketchers, the soles were falling off, to save weight. But, of course I worried for nothing. The lady at the counter didn't say a word about the weight of my suitcase. I went on to security check-in. No lines no wait! I could have slept another half hour!

Very nice airport. They make you walk through the duty free section on the way to the gates to try and get you for any last minute purchases. This guy has matching neck rest and travel slippers? I didn't even know this is a thing.

I bought me a little something for breakfast and a bottle of water and waited for boarding call. I could have slept another hour. To be early is on time though.

While waiting, I decided to relect on the past fourteen days. Firstly, I cannot emphasize how humble and grateful I am that God has afforded me the opportunity and ability to take a trip like this. I am truly blessed. I am also grateful to have a wife who is willing to let me go for two weeks to travel. Part of me feels selfish for taking all this time and spending the money required to do a trip to Europe. It has been something I’ve wanted to do for some time and I’m glad I was able to take this holiday.

One thing I realized just the past couple days is that I can get lonely. I’m not a social butterfly and would prefer to watch people than engage with small talk. But, at some point I realized I missed my family and all the people I converse with on a daily basis. I'm not the hermit I thought I am. There are perks to traveling alone like deciding where and when to go. Maneuvering through crowds is also easier to navigate when you don’t have to make sure everyone is still with you. But it's these small nuisances are what give my life purpose. Being a husband and a dad to my family who depend on me.

They just changed my departure gate from twelve to two. I had to make my way to the other end of the terminal. No problem but, I lost my thoughts on my astute observations. Probably just as well.

Each city I visited had its own unique character. I traveled through five countries and stayed in four cities. I find it interesting that these countries are the size of most states in America and that they differ so much in language and culture.

One of the differences I learned quickly in Amsterdam, watch out for bicycles. They have the right away over automobiles and people. Crossing the street consists of looking left for bikes, then for cars. Then right for cars, and again for bikes. In Paris, you need to carry everything towards the front. Pick pocket warnings are everywhere you go. In London, forget everything from before. LOOK RIGHT! They drive on the wrong side of the road, at least I think so. And in Edinburgh, keep looking right while lifting your feet. The cobblestone roads and sidewalks are trip hazards.

If I had to retire somewhere other than the United States it would still be Lucerne Switzerland which we visited last time in Europe. But, obtaining a visa for that is near impossible. Amsterdam is very nice. I really enjoyed the way the city is layed out and the people seemed very friendly. I like the canals as well. Having a boat here would be nice. It would be very expensive though. Paris on the other hand falls into it’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here. I felt that way as soon as I got off the train. London reminds me of New York City. The hustle and bustle of it all is just not appealing to me. Nice place to live maybe when you’re young but not retire. And finally Edinburgh. During the train ride up from London I began to feel something deep within me calling. I know it sounds weird but I felt like I was about to meet a long lost relative or something. The whole time I was in Edinburgh and especially the Highlands, I thought about how I could convince my family to move here. Unfortunately, I know the first winter would kill the deal. Even for me maybe. For now I'm quite content with where I am living. Just need to find a way to get closer to both kids.

They started to call passengers for the flight. I never can understand why people feel the need to hurry on the plane. We have assigned seating. If people would follow the boarding call procedure, the plane would load much easier. I always wait for them to announce the final boarding call. And guess what, my seat was there waiting for me.

I was assigned a window seat for this flight as well. I’ve lucked out so far. One last plane ride after this one. The flight from Edinburgh to Atlanta is eight hours and thirty-four minutes. I’ll have a two and a half hour layover in Atlanta. All of which will be filled getting through customs and finding my way to the domestic terminals. We were delayed slightly to top off the fuel.

After we finished fueling, we taxied to take off. Mar sin leat Scotland!

Before I completely forget, I want to thank Christina Hawkins of AAA Travel. When I was given the green light by my wife to go on this trip I called her with my ideas of what I wanted to do on my trip to Europe. I told her I either wanted to go to the Dutch Garnd Prix or the Italian Grand Prix. She created two completely different and exciting travel itineraries for me to choose from. It was so hard to decide that I asked my daughter to help me pick. The Italian Grand Prix trip included stays in Florence and Rome as well as an eleven day cruise of the Greek Islands. She told me to save that one when she could go with me. Anyway, if you have any future plans of traveling, I highly recommend her. Let her know I referred you!

There are a couple things that I'm still not sure I did correctly. The first issue is tipping. I know in the states we tip for all kinds of things. I know if it weren't for tipping, I would have problems keeping employees. I cannot pay as much in salary as the larger chain coffee shops can pay their employees. The tips my customers choose to leave help my employees to compensate some of that difference. Everywhere I traveled in Europe, there was a service fee attached to my food bill. It was between 15%-20%, which I thought was fare. Now do the servers get this? I don’t know. Should I have tipped on top of that? Not so sure. I was a little short handed when it came to Duncan, the bus driver though. He was taking tips when we finished the tour. All I had was about nine pounds in change in the bottom of my bag. I probably should have tipped him more.

The other issue deals with money as well. Should I just use my card or get local currency, euros or pounds, and pay cash? The one time I got euros out of the ATM, I paid $63 for €40. I know the dollar is weak right now, but that seemed like a lot. With most banks there is a fee, like 3%, to convert your purchce from dollars to whatever currency they are using. I did notice a couple card machines ask if I wanted to pay in US Dollar or Euro. If it was like that all the time. Paying by card would be the way to go.

My last observation over the past two weeks, I'd like to talk about, is the reality of how large this world is. Another way to look at it is how small my life is in comparison to the rest of the world. On my own, I traveled across the ocean to a foreign country to visit somewhere else that is not my own. I inserted myself in the day to day activities of the people in the cities of the countries I visited. As I walked or rode around on public transit, I had very brief interactions with others not on vacation. These interactions may had been only a glance or a smile, but still an interaction with someone else in this world living their very own life. Possibly wanting to take a holiday to Wilmington NC to get a break away from thier own everyday life. I thought, these people go to school, have jobs, pay bills and have family issues too. We all live our own personal lives along with billions of others living through their lives at the same time. Amazing!

During the fight we flew over Greenland. It was such a clear day it seemed to go on for miles. I took picture through the window, but the naturally do not justify what can be seen in person.

An iceberg

I hope you have enjoyed reading about my trip just as much as I have enjoyed sharing it with you. Traveling alone didn't allow me to share with someone in the moment. But, I would try to take the best pictures I could manage with my phone and learn as much as possible about what I was observing. All of this so I could get back to the room each night and spend a couple of hours sharing my day with you. I apologize for my lack of journalism, but I hope you were able to get a good visualization of what I was experiencing. This would be a fun job for someone who likes to travel and write. Who knows, maybe someone important will come across this blog and ask me to write for their travel company.

Lake Ontario

I put together some statistics of my trip. I traveled by plane, train, trams and automobiles. Not to forget the old true and faithful feet. Here are the miles I traveled. By airplane 9,183. By train 902. By tram 85. And on my feet 84.22. For a total distance of traveling on this trip totaling 10,254.22 miles! That is just over two round trips between New York City and Los Angeles. Or 2500 short of half the distance around the world.

Last stop Wilmington, NC

Thanks again for reading. Stop by the shop and I can show you more pictures, videos and answer any questions you may have about my trip. Please support local business! See you on the next trip.

Here is an link for the videos I couldn't share on this blog.

https://youtu.be/FKeb2C842b0?si=_Hv0vPWFrpgwb9Dy

Day 14

I was planning to wake up early and get the most out of my last day. I realized that most places do not open until 9 or 10 AM. So, since I knew there was a large group staying in the hotel, I let them get through breakfast first. I enjoyed a slow wake up period and headed down for breakfast. They have a nice continental breakfast spread for twelve pounds. They have other “hot breakfast” items that can be ordered as well for various prices.

It was slow by the time I came down for breakfast. But, they have plenty of seating.

Since breakfast was included with my stay, I ordered some pancakes.

Here is the lobby.

And the lift, aka elevator

It was still early, but I didn’t want to sit around in my hotel room waiting for everything to open. It was forecasted to be a nice cool clear day.

I meandered slowing toward the Royal Mile. This is the street that has all the shops and restaurants leading up the Edinburgh Castle in the Old Town.

I saw this on the side of one of the buildings and thought I’d share.

Edinburgh Castle sits on top of an extinct volcano looking over the whole city. I couldn’t get tickets until 1:30, so I looked for some other things interesting.

This is Edinburgh University

Duncan had mentioned checking out the National Museum of Scotland if we had time. Well, I had time and best best part, national museums have free entry in Scotland!

I always have to look at the dinosaurs.

This is great! F1 classics.

Another nice thing about this museum is that it has a roof terrace. I don’t think many people realize this because there was hardly anyone up here. The views of the city are outstanding.

After looking around inside for a little longer I decided I needed to find something more unique to Edinburgh to visit. So, I headed back to the Royal Mile to look in the shops.

A There were a lot more people out by this time.

This is St. Giles Cathedral.

They do not charge an admission but ask for a donation.

I think a donation is well worth the visit. The priest was conducting the twelve o’clock service when I entered.

This is the Church that Queen Elizabeth was laid in state after her death for the subjects of Scotland to give their last respects. The tile marks the location where the casket was placed.

My time slot finally arrived and I headed back up the hill to get in line.

When I paid for the ticket, I also paid for the audio tour that can be loaded as an app on your phone. They also have handset audio tours you can purchase and use. I liked the app because I was able to use my Bluetooth ear buds to listen. This is a screenshot of the app.

The main entry gate

The views from up here are even better!

If you noticed the screenshot, there is a one o’clock gun firing. I had just missed it, but heard it waiting in line to get in. It is fired everyday at 1:00 PM, except Sundays and certain holidays.

The next few pictures are of the Castle

This is the oldest building in Scotland. St Margaret’s Chapel. Did you know, at one time in Scotland, all girls had to have Margaret included in their name?

This is a pet cemetery for all the soldiers dogs that passed while in the castle.

The flag of Scotland. It’s based on St. Andrew who was crucified on a diagonal cross.

This is the Royal Palace. This is also where The Honours, or crown jewels of Scotland are held. Hence the long line. You can also see the room where James the VI of Scotland, later King James I of Great Britain, was born to Mary Queen of Scotts.

The Scottish National War Memorial is in this building. Very nicely done.

There is a lot more to see than what I showed you here. I was in the castle for almost four hours and I skipped several items on the audio tour. This is another bonus to paying for the app. I can go back and listen to the parts I skipped.

Since it was my last night in Scotland, I decided to treat myself to a traditional Scottish Dinner.

I started with Cullen Skink. Very tasty. It reminded me of clam chowder but made with fish instead of clams.

For my main dish, I ordered the Haggis. Since I am mostly Scottish, I felt it necessary to give it a go. I was speaking to my wife afterwards and began to tell her what Haggis is made of, she asked me to stop explaining. So, I’ll leave it to you to look it up if you’re not familiar with this dish. To all my vegan friends, don’t look. I can tell you, it does not taste like chicken. Not bad though.

And for desert, fried Mars bars with vanilla ice cream. It definitely helped to cleanse the palate (had to look up the spelling for this one, another homophone).

Afterwards, I headed back to the hotel to pack and get ready for an early morning flight back home.

I’ll post one more time tomorrow, after I arrive home with some final thoughts and pictures of the return home.

Day 13

I woke up early today to prepare for my twelve hour tour to the Highlands of Scotland. This was one of the things I was looking forward to most when planning this trip. I checked the weather and it still looks good, for Scotland anyway.

I had to be at the bus station by 0730, so I brought everything I thought I would need with me down to breakfast. This hotel has breakfast included! It was much busier than the past hotels at this hour. Fortunately, the bus station is just up the road from the hotel and only took me five minutes to get there.

I checked in with the ladies of the tour company and was told to listen up for my bus drivers name to be called. His name is Duncan. The busses are very nice. Carry only sixteen people.

We headed north towards the Highlands and Duncan spoke most of the way with interesting and historical information about Scotland and places we drove past. This is the Queens Ferry Bridge.

This is Stirling Castle

The National Wallace Monument

Here’s the village we stopped in just before entering the Highlands area.

The rest will be all pictures of the Highlands countryside. The pictures really don’t do the area justice. But, it gives you idea of what it is like.

This is just to prove I was actually there.

It was a beautiful day!

The sheep population out number the people population in Scotland.

We arrived to Lock Ness. Part of the day tour is a boat ride on Loch Ness. So, Loch is Scottish for lake and L-O-C-K is what is pictured below. I might be corrected by my daughter-in-law, but these are homophones. Not sure if that qulifies, them being seperate languages.

These locks connect the four lochs across the Highlands area. Loch Ness accesses the North Sea and Loch Linnhe accesses the Atlantic Ocean. Through the locks and Lochs smaller vessels can avoid having to travel north around the top of Scotland. Glad you don't need keys for all that. (Dad joke)

Here's one coming in now.

We boarded the boat, which I somehow failed getting a picture. Sorry.

Our mission was to try and get a sighting of the Lock Ness Monster. I made sure to keep my eyes peeled.

A member of the crew spoke about Lock Ness and provided compelling evidence of the possibility of a Lock Ness Monster.

They actually have a screen displaying sonar of the water during the voyage. The crew member shared a screen shot of an image captured just last year that brought international media attention. Looks like something to me. Look just above the red band in the center of the picture.

I think I got the million dollar photo here. What do you think!

After the boat ride we boarded the bus and headed back to Edinburgh. We took a different route back. Here are some more pictures from along the way.

We made one last bathroom break at a place where we got a close look at a Highlands cow.

Here's a picture of the bus driver Duncan. He was really good. I still remember the name of our bus driver ten years ago me and the kids did together through Europe. Ziggy!

It was nice to have a day like today after all the walking the past week. The countryside is so beautiful. I’m grateful that we had such great weather. I saw a sign that said “There is no bad weather in Scotland, just poor choice in clothes.”

We ended up back where we started from safe and sound. I do want to suggest, if you are prone to motion sickness in the car, double up on the Dramamine. The roads are twisty-turny. I had to sit in the very back of the bus and I even I felt a bit woozy at times.

Time to rest up for the last full day of adventures. I'm looking forward to checking out all I can tomorrow in Edinburgh.

Day 12

I woke up before the alarm this morning, again. Always a little anxious on travel days. I took a quick shower and went down for breakfast. Another slow morning for the breakfast room. Spoke with the staff a little who are very friendly. Had a cappuccino this morning and talked a little shop with the barista. Speaking with him reaffirmed that the way I prepare the espresso drinks are similar to how they are prepared here in Europe.

I went back up to my room and double checked that I had everything. I checked out and began another seabag drag to the train station. I had my route all planned and made sure I left with plenty of time. I came around the corner and saw the the metro station I planned to use was gated closed. It is a Sunday, so I double checked Google and there was nothing that said the metro should be closed. The next closest metro was Tower Hill the other direction back past the hotel. I stopped back in the lobby and asked about the metro closing. She informed me that the metro workers were on strike today! Well, this isn't going to be very convenient.

She informed me that the Tower Hill station is open and that there is service but limited. I asked her about a taxi and she told me it would be about twenty-five pounds. I still had over an hour before my train was scheduled to leave, so I said goodbye once again and started on plan B.

This is where things went south very quickly. The metro I planned to take was a direct route to the train station. Going to the other station would mean having to transfer. I arrived at the metro station, went to scan my metro card and buzz, red light. Boo! My card only had 90 pence remaining. So, I turned around and loaded five pounds on the card to get though the gate

I paused for a moment to make sure I understood that I was going to the correct platform and headed in the correct direction. I only needed to go one stop to get to the transfer station. I lugged my suitcase down the stairs and noticed the the next train was in ten minutes. No problem still had plenty of time. The metro finally arrived and I got on trying not to knock other people over with my suitcase.

I got off at the next station and immediately looked to see which direction I need to go to get the connecting metro. The connecting train used the same platform. I tried to figure out if I was on the right side. I looked across and saw that I need to be on the other side. I grabbed my suitcase and worked my way through the crowd to the stairs. I carried my suitcase up the stairs and down the other side to find the metro there with the doors about to close. I jumped on and parked my self out of the way and then panic fell over me. Over the intercom they announced “Next stop Tower Hill”. I didn’t think to check which metro I jumped on. I was heading right back to where I came from. I took a deep breath and looked at the time. I had forty-five minutes to get to my train.

I took the time to regain my bearing and decided I’ll get there when I get there. I exited at the next stop and knew I had to get to the other side of the platform. I took my pullover off and stuffed it in my suitcase and carried it up the stairs and down the other side. Next metro ten minutes. This strike was really annoying. The next metro arrived. Twenty-two minutes to get to my train.

I got off at the next stop, carried my bag up the stairs and down the otherside, once again. But, this time there wasn't a metro waiting. I took my time to double check which metro I need to board. The next one was in twelve minutes. At this point I realized I would probably miss my train. I took a deep breath and thanked God for everything He provides and means in which He provides them. I waited patiently for the metro to arrive.

The metro finally arrived. But, the operator was evidently supportive of the strike. I had five stops to get to the train station in about ten minutes. Unfortunately, the operator decided to stall at each stop. This morning was a great test of my patients and temper. I told myself at this point I've missed my train and would need to figure out how to reschedule.

I had checked-out of the hotel with an hour and twenty minutes to get to my train. I missed it by ten minutes. By this point I was hot and sweaty and already sick of my suitcase. I asked the lady at the information booth about getting a new ticket and she gave me directions to where I could find the ticket booth. I noticed there was another train to Edinburgh at 9:30 in twenty-five minutes. I found the ticket booth and waited in line which moved rather quickly. I walked up to the gentleman at the counter and explained to me what had happened. He said “Sir, there is no strike today.” Deep breath. I assured him there was in fact a current strike by the operators of the underground metro. He asked, “Where are you coming from?” “My hotel, that I checked-out of at 7:30 this morning”, I said as calmly as possible. He got up walked away and came back several minutes later not saying a word. He did some typing and writing and handed my ticket back to me with a seat ticket on the 9:30 train to Edinburgh. I apologized for the trouble and politely thanked him. I had ten minutes to find track six and get my suitcase loaded. With two minutes to spare I was in my seat and only forty minutes behind schedule for the day. My train would arrive in Edinburgh at 2:07 PM just in time to find my way to the hotel and check in at three. I wonder what the rest of the day holds for me. (I apologize for the lack of pictures during this narrative, but I wasn’t really in the frame of mind to think about sharing my ordeal with the London Underground. I hope they get what their asking.)

I arrived in Edinburgh Scotland well rested from my early morning adventure. The train ride was a great opportunity to see the British countryside. Unfortunately, I did not have a window seat and the couple of the pictures I tried to take didn't come out well at all.

I established my bearings and headed out to find my last place of stay. The first thing you notice is the age and size of the buildings.

I had a small hill to climb up from the station and came out into an open street area.

A short walk around the corner and I found my hotel.

I was able to check-in in easily and through a bit of a maze, I found my room.

Unfortunately, there is no great view from this room. But, it seems cozy enough.

It has its own bar and place to hang out.

As well as a fitness room. Not sure if I’ll have time to use it though.

It started to rain just as I checked-in. So, I decided to get settled in and wait for it to pass.

I went online and looked for a place to get some good fish and chips for dinner. After the rain stopped I went out to see the city. These were in the lobby of the hotel. Umbrella rentals?

I knew I didn't have much time to really get out and about. But, I managed a few pictures of the city around the hotel on my way for dinner.

I think I’ll pass on this tonight. It has to be the most archaic Taco Bell I've ever seen.

The restaurant was only a few blocks away from the hotel. I didn't want to go to far and get caught in another rainfall.

I ordered the fish and hand cut chips.

I have a planned twelve hour tour tomorrow up into the highlands. I have to meet the bus at 0745. So, I thought I’d turn in early to make sure I'm bright and lively for the trip. I’m hoping to get some great pictures tomorrow. The weather is forecasted to be sunny in the mid sixtys.

Day 11

I woke up, showered and headed down for breakfast. The place was empty. I guess everyone was taking advantage of an easy Saturday morning. I took a few pictures of the room that is used for breakfast. It’s located in the basement of the hotel.

I decided to order a latte and see what the staff in the hotel could deliver. At least they had a proper espresso machine to make the latte. The last two hotels had full automatic machines that could make all sorts of coffee drinks with the push of a button.

I returned to my room to grab my bag and walked to the London Towers. As I showed in a previous blog, I can see the top of the towers from my hotel window. Before I arrived to the towers entrance, I had a great view of the London Tower Bridge.

The bridge is located right next to the London Towers. Here is the visitors entrance along the River Thames.

I took this picture because, like many European cities, there are so many historic buildings mixed in with the new. The London Towers were built in the early eleventh century. The oldest buildings we have in the States aren’t much older than four hundred years or so.

The moat without any water.

I decided to make a beeline to the building with the crown jewels. I knew as more people arrived the que (line) would start to get long to get inside to see them. Unfortunately, this is another area that photography is strictly prohibited. So, I can’t share what I saw inside.

I decided to check out the White Tower which is he main buildingin the middle next.

I better mind the ravens.

The White Tower is now a museum for a lot of the armory throughout British history.

King Henry VIII amour.

The royal loo. You wouldn’t want to be walking outside along the building while it was in use!

The chapel

This is one of the only surviving chopping blocks that was actually used. Most were apparently destroyed after being used.

This is a row of houses that are occupied by the workers of the towers. Similar to the Mews I visited yesterday. The Yeoman, as they are called, that work and take care of the towers live like a small village inside the walls with their families.

Here are a couple Yeomen in uniform working today. The process to apply to become a Yeoman is very strict. The main requirement is twenty-two years of military service.

This gives you a good idea how the two places are located to each other.

There isn’t a lot of focus on the torture that I thought the Towers of London were notorious. There are a couple examples throughout the grounds.

This is an example of what the queens quarters were like.

This castle was built on top of the first walls built by the Romans. It was called Londinium. Here is some of the wall that still exists.

One last picture of the White Towers before I left the grounds. I do want to mention that if you have any difficultly climbing stairs, there is a lot that you will not be able to see here. The main building along with some of the outlying towers have spiral staircases that need to be traversed.

It took me almost three and a half hours to see everything in the towers using the audio guide (which is only 5 pounds and well worth it). I was ready for lunch and had just the place in mind. I jumped on the tube and came out along this road. At the time, I didn’t know what the dome is, but I thought it looked cool. After some research I found it is the dome to St. Paul’s Cathedral.

I arrived with plenty of time to catch todays qualifying rounds for the Italian Grand Prix.

This place is very cool and a must go for any F1 fan. There are only three in the States right now. Boston, Washington D.C. and Philadelphia.

They have loads of simulators to race with friends. It cost about thirty ponds per person for three races. Since I was by myself, it didn’t seem worth doing.

But, I did find myself a good seat to watch the qualifying rounds.

And get some lunch.

It was almost as fun watching qualification here as it was last weekend in person at the track. The best part is that Max took pole! Afterwards, I found my way back to the Tube to take me back to the hotel.

I really enjoyed my time in London. The weather was so nice. I hope I was able to share enough about what London has to offer those of you looking to maybe visit yourself. I know there is a lot more interesting places to visit I didn’t have time to see myself. But, tomorrow morning I leave for my last leg of the trip. Edinburgh, Scotland!

Day 10

I must admit I was a little slow getting started this morning. I was able to get some much needed rest. But, the idea of getting back up and throwing elbows with all the other tourist made it hard to get out of bed. I rolled out of bed and jumed in the shower. I felt much better and went down for some breakfast. Here’s a few pictures of my room in London.

I had decided late last night that I would check out Buckingham Palace. I was able to purchase tickets for 945AM. I gathered everything I would need for the day and headed out for the Tube. There were a lot of people riding the underground this morning going to work. There seemed to be a few of us tourist mixed in as well. I found my stop and had a short walk to the palace.

It was a beautiful day! A little chilly walking between the buildings. But, once out in the sun there was nothing to complain about. A few people out and about. But, not bad for a Friday morning.

You could tell this guy was really happy to be here.

There is so much gold on all the gates and buildings.

I went around to gate C where visitors for the tour are supposed to enter. I walked right in with little waiting time. They offered an audio guide which is very useful during the tour. The state rooms are so elegant as well as all the art and statues throughout the palace. The tour takes you through some of the state rooms that are actually used from time to time. Unfortunately, photography is strictly prohibited. So, if you want to know what they look like, you’ll have to see them for yourself. This is the backside of the palace where you exit into the royal gardens.

One of the staff members told me the the ice cream shop in the gardens was just about to open. So, I took his advise and bought me an ice cream to enjoy as I found my way through the gardens and back out on the the street.

When I purchased my tickets for the palace, there was a recommendation to tour the Royal Mews. What is a mew you ask. Well, I had the same question. It is actually the royal stables. One of the kings way back when, built a mew to house his royal hawks. Over the years they converted to stables. But, for some reason the name mew stuck. It is a very interesting tour I suggest you take, since its on the grounds of the palace. The horses and the carriages are housed here. The people that work here actually live here as well. Their places of residence are the second story in the picture below. Some of these families have worked and lived in these places for generations.

This guy was enjoying his lunch. All the horses are named by the Queen.

This is the newest carriage. It was made for Queen Mary for her bicentennial. It looks old, but it is made with aluminum and other high tech features.

They also store the royal limousines here. This is the only one they have on display.

A working tack house.

One of the royal stables which is empty now. During a ceremony, the horses are brought in from the country stables.

This is the oldest carriage and one that has carried the most royalty from way back.

It is layered in real gold top to bottom.

This is where the horses are exercised.

After leaving the Royal Mews I walked by gate C that I had entered just a couple hours ago. What a mess of people. This is why I try to do the earliest tours that are available.

I decided to walk from the palace to Parliament Square which is about a twenty minute walk. It was such a beautiful day and you can’t see the city riding underground all day. I really had no set plans of what I was going to do until I saw Westminster Abby. I didn’t have tickets, but I was hoping that I’d be able to get in somehow.

As I approached the entrance I noticed the long line of people down and around the side waiting to get in. I started to ask myself how bad do I really want to do this. As I got closer I saw a staff member directing individuals to the long line and others to the door on the right with no line. The long line was for people that needed to buy tickets. The door on the right, with no line, was for people with tickets. Well, knowing that this is the twentyfirst century, I had no need to wait in the long line. I pulled out my phone. Went to the Westminster Abby website. Purchased my tickets and walked through the door with no line!

This place is amazing! So much history and architecture to admire.

There are a lot of famous people buried here.

The pictures only give you an idea what it is like. But, I’ll let them speak for themselves.

This is Queen May of Scotts. Based on my genealogy, which I also love doing, I am related to her through my paternal side.

Another person I remember hearing about.

This is the Coronation Chair that has been used for years and was just used for King Charles.

Right around the corner is Big Ben and the Parliament.

My hotel I’m staying in appears to located in the business district. I thought I’d show some of the newer building of London as well. This is a new one that is almost finished.

This is one building that has fascinated me seeing it in all the movies and shows filmed in London. It’s calling the Gherkin.

I thought it would be cool to go all the way up to this one.

It is amazing how far we have come with building. A lot of the older structures are amazing as well. The fact that they are still standing is a testament to that. But, the creativity and ability to design and build structures like this is awesome!

Well that about does it for today. I think tomorrow I’ll check out the London Towers.

Day 9

I woke up earlier than I needed to this morning. A little anxious about my upcoming train ride to London I guess. The Eurostar email that I received requested that I arrive at the station one hour before departure. I spoke with the front desk last night about checking out and having time to get my breakfast before leaving. Breakfast doesn't start until 7AM and I needed to be at the station at 8 AM. I was going to use the metro to get to the train station which required me to plan some extra time because I would have my luggage to drag around with all the locals trying to get to work. So, I made sure my bag was packed and went down for breakfast.

I made sure to have my last genuine French croissant. I filled up on all the other goodies they had available for breakfast as well. I wasn’t sure when my next meal was going to be today.

I went back upstairs to retrieve my luggage and checked under the bed to make sure I didn't leave anything behind. Wallet…check, phone…check, passport…check. OK. Good to go!

I realized I hadn't included any pictures of the hotel. So, here’s a couple. Very nice place. I believe the hotel is in the fashion district of downtown. It is like walking around Bevery Hills, with all the high end shops. Here’s is the lobby.

I was able to check-out quickly and the staff was very friendly to see me off. Au revoir!

I lugged my suitcase down the stairs into the metro and I ran into my first issue. My pass, which was on my phone had expired. In Amsterdam I purchased a 72 hour pass which expired exactly 72 hours from initial use. Apparently, my metro pass here in Paris, which I bought a three day pass, expired at the end of three days. Which was last night at midnight. No problem. I maneuvered myself out of the way of the hustle and bustle and loaded a one trip ticket to the train station. Let’s try this again.

Trying to maneuver around the metro, during the morning rush, is a great workout! On the first train, transfer to another, and up and down all those steps. I arrived at the train station and bought me a bottle of water, took a breather and figured out where I needed to go next.

One of the pitfalls of brexit is that you have to go through customs to travel between the European mainland and the United Kingdom. This is why they requested to arrive an hour early. Of course it is upstairs, but fortunately there were escalators. It was a simple process. Plus I got my passport stamped again.

When I woke up I checked the Eurostar site to make sure my train was still in time, which it was. I also double checked my ticket and saw an option to change seats. I opened this up and saw that my assigned seat was an aisle seat next to an occupied seat. I noticed a widow seat a few rows back with an open seat next to it. I selected the widow seat. When I boarded and loaded my luggage, which was much easier thus time, I found my seat and waited for departure. The seat next to me never was filled so I had both seats to myself to spread out! That worked out well.

After we were underway, an announcement was made about getting discount metro fair for London. I just had to get to the café car to get the information. I managed to walk the isle of four cars without landing in someone’s lap. Once there the gentleman serving behind the counter explained to me the special offer. He was selling a London metro card that the card itself is good for life. The card itself is €7.00. The total is €26.00. So, the card is therefore preloaded €19.00 ready to use when we arrive. The best part to the deal is once the card is charged €8.90 a day, the rest are free rides. Meaning that the most the card is debited, per day, using bus or tube, is €8.90. The card can be reloaded and used the same way for the life of the card. Deal! This was the cheapest multi-day metro card I had purchased this trip so far.

This was a newer and nicer train than the one I rode on from Amsterdam. Here is where you store your larger luggage and he smaller baggage can go overhead above your seats.

Each car also has bathrooms at the end.

I was all excited about going through the chunnel. The countryside flew by quickly. The train travels almost 200 mph at times. We went through several tunnels along the way and when we were in on for a longer period of time I realized it was the chunnel. How deflating. All the build up looking forward to crossing the Eglish Channel and I couldn't even take a picture because in was black and all I would get is my reflection. Oh well, I can say I did it anyway.

We arrived in London right on time. It was time to see if this metro card would work. I was able to figure out what metro to take, walked by everyone standing in line getting their metro cards, scanned my card and I was on my way.

Look what I found. Didn't think these still existed.

Another seabag drag day. But today I was going to be a little more productive with my time before check-in. This is the half way point of my trip. And even though I have a huge suitcase, I still couldn't fit two weeks of clothes. I decided I would do some laundry with the time I had before being able to get into my room.

I had done some research before even leaving on my trip. I knew I was going to need to clean my clothes at some point. I did however make sure to bring two weeks worth of socks and underwear just in case this plan didn't work out.

They lady that runs this laundry and the alteration shop next door was very friendly and helpful. I was able to access an ATM a few shops down and buy detergent a couple shops down. She was able to make change for me to run the machines as well.

It was forty minutes for the washer. It started to pour down rain just after I arrived. Lucky break.

While I was waiting for the clothes to dry, I noticed this truck pull up!

Ummm. It is a predominantly Muslim area. So, I’m guessing lamb?

I still had another hour before check-in after folding my laundry and getting it back into my suitcase. But, I started walking to the hotel anyway. I figured I do an early check-in and check my bag so I could get a late lunch early dinner.

Classic double decker busses and standard English taxis.

I checked into my room and decided to rest up for the rest of the evening. Even though I didn’t do much site seeing today. I still managed to do over 11000 steps! Still a productive day. Traveled to a new city and got my laundry done. I’ll be sure to make up for it tomorrow.

Day 8

Started the day off with my regular morning routine. I did sleep in a little later though. My time slot for the Louvre was not until 10AM. When I arrived at the Louvre there were all kinds of lines going on. I realized why there were no lines yesterday. That's because the Louvre is closed on Tuesdays.

They have a pretty good system though. Once the 930 group cleared out, they allowed a handful of people in the no reservation line through. Then my group started to be allowed in.

After getting through security we were ushered down the escalators to the main lobby. There is an information booth that has maps. They normally have audio guides, but there was a sign saying they weren't available September 2025 to “improve the quality” for our next visit. I’m not sure I'll be back again in this lifetime. There is free wifi so, I was able to use a QR code to at least point me in the right direction.

My main objective was to see the Mona Lisa, naturally. Why esle would anyone go to the Louve? I picked Greek Art to start with and had my ticket scanned. I was looking at all the statues and reading what they were and how old they are.

But I had the Mona Lisa in the back of my head the whole time. So, I decided to just make a beeline to were she was in the museum. The map was very useful along with my trusty mandar. It’s currently in the Salle section room 711.

I walked in and knew this was going to be interesting. I saw her from across the room, but there was a mob of people standing in the way.

Now if you want to get a close picture, you’re going to have to get your elbows up. I was patient slowing taking baby steps towards the painting as people finished taking their pictures and walking out. I finally arrived and there she was smirking at me.

Well, now that I had accomplished my main mission, I was able to relax and enjoy the rest of my time in the Louvre. Looked at a few other well know paintings. Very impressive.

Some of them are ginormous though! You’d have to have palace walls to fit them on.

Checked out some of the Egyptian art.

The French Royal jewels.

And this sculpture. Apparently the oldest know sculpture dated at 9000 years old!

Maybe my art could actually be worth something 9000 years from now too! I could do a lot better than that.

Overall, I really enjoyed my time at the Louvre. After three hours, I figured my culture meter was filled up.

This was my last day in Paris and I only really had one more place I wanted to be sure to visit.

Napoleon Bonaparte I tomb.

It is in a very impressive church.

Along with some other famous French individuals.

This is the entrance to the lower level.

Where you can get a closer view.

The museum of French military history is attached to this church. So, since I was here and I love me some military history, I checked it out. Again, just to remind you, if you get the museum pass, you can go into most museums and historical places with the pass.

Like I said, I enjoy history and reading all the plackerds of information. I won’t bore you with the details. But, I highly recommend this museum.

This is where Nepoleons famous hat is on display.

He didn’t look to happy towards the end of his reign of power.

This is the other side of the building. The main entrance for the military museum. By the way if tou look it up, they call it the Army Muesum or Museum de I'Armèe.

Well it was getting late and I needed to get ready for tomorrow's journey to the big island. I did have to see the local fire department or Sapeurs Pompiers.

Just got me a small sandwich in the hotel bar to hold me over for the evening.

Tomorrow I’ll be in London for new adventures. At least we speak the same language. Well, sort of. Bonne Soirèe.

Day 7

I started my day much the same as I did in the previous hotel. Prepaid for the breakfast. It was a little more than the hotel in Amsterdam but the tourism taxes are much less in Paris.

My plan for today was to see the Cathedral of Notre-Dame. While in the area I has a reserved time to see Sainte-Chapelle. Naturally, I was early for my reserved time. So, I thought I’d scout out Notre-Dame and see what the process is to get in there later. Notre-Dame has is own app for scheduling visits. Because it is so popular for tourists, it is recommended that you reserve a time slot to visit. I never was able to get the app to work for me. So, I was hoping I'd catch a lull and get in anyway. I found my way through the metro and walked a little ways to get to Notre-Dame.

Crossing La Seine River

As I walked up the the Notre-Dame Cathedral, I remembered studying the architecture in my engineering classes years ago. I told myself then this was one of my bucket list places to visit. It is amazing!

So today's blog is going to be mainly pictures. I think the pictures will describe themselves. I saw a line had formed already with people eager to get in waiting for it to open. I decided to view the engineering marvel by walking around the cathedral.

There is obviously still a lot of restoration going on from the fire. But, I'm glad it is open again to the public.

By the time I walked back around to the front, it was open and the line was very small moving fast! I saw I still had about another hour for my reserved time for the other cathedral. So, I decided to get in line while the getting was good.

These pictures do not offer a real sense of how massive it really is. I took a whole lot of pictures inside. I will try to share a few of them here to give you an idea of what it is like inside. I recommend putting this on your personal bucket list to see it for yourself.

That was a wonderful experience. I finished with plenty of time to get to my reserved time at Sainte-Chapelle. I arrived to get in line just before they started letting my group time in.

My travel agent had recommended this place of interest to visit while in Paris. This is the Cathedral that was used by the French royalty when they used the palace in the city. There is a lot of information how the Cathedral had be changed throughout the years. Again, I believe the pictures will tell the story.

There is a tricky spiral staircase to climb to get up to the main sanctuary. But it is well worth it.

Since I was able to get into the Notre-Dame earlier, I was way ahead of my planned itinerary for the day. Next to Sainte-Chapelle is the Conciergerie. I did not know what this was but I decided to check it out. There is a museum pass that you can purchase during your stay in Paris that gives you entry into almost all the museums and historic places in and around the city. I highly recommend its purchase.

The Conciergerie is part of the city palace. It had several uses one of which were holding cells for individuals put on trial during the French Revolution between 1789-1799. One of which was Marie Antoinette. This is where she was held, tried and taken away to the guillotine.

I love history and to read all about it. This place offers the best way of learning about the French Revolution. They give you a tablet that you use throughout the museum. After pointing the tablet at designated points you hold up the tablet to view what the now empty hall, looked like during thier periods of use. Very informative. Here are some other pictures of the inside.

This is the room where they cut back your hair before taking you away to the guillotine.

The court yard where prisoners were let out during the day awaiting their fate.

Since the weather was still nice and storms expected for the afternoon, I decided to walk back to the hotel and see more of the city.

I came upon the Louvre. This is another place that recommends scheduling a visit time. I have my scheduled for tomorrow, but I thought I’d check out the outside.

The lines do not look long here either. I shouldn't have any trouble tomorrow getting in I should hope.

I wanted to make sure that while I was in Paris, I enjoy a good meal. I asked the front desk for a recommendation and they made me reservations at Flottes.

Very good food and not too expensive. I had the tuna steak with spinach. The bread is so good here in Paris. For desert crème brûlèe.

Then it was off to my designated time slot for the Arc de Triomphe. This is the tunnel you take under the craziest traffic circle I’ve ever seen. I took video of the madness, but I’m unable to post videos here. I’ll try to post a reel on Instagram.

This monument is huge. I had no idea it was going to be this big. I was simply overwhelmed for a few minutes taking it all in.

The craftsmanship is amazing. And if I read the information placks correctly, it was built in three years!

This has another spiral staircase, but you better have eaten your Weaties for this one. There’s a total of 287 steps to the terrace! I shouldn't have had the crème brûlèe

The view is worth every step. I arrived right at sunset and took some pretty nice photos I think

I obviously appeared to be struggling with a selfie, because someone offered to take a picture of me.

This is probably the most popular time to come up because the “city of lights” comes to life!

I unfortunately diquit. have time to wait for night fall, because I had one more place to check off.

I decided to pass on the dinner and show. It cost about €100. And that’s not including wine or anything. But, it was always on my list to see. It was easy enough to get to my metro.

It was starting to get late and I have a full day planned for tomorrow. So, back underground for the ride back to the hotel.

Looks like everyone else has the same idea. Until tomorrow. Bonne nuit.

Day 6

So sad to leave Amsterdam so soon. I wish I would have had at least one full day to explore the city a little more. The race out in Zandvoort took much of my time away from Amsterdam. Maybe next time.

One last look at the view before check-out.

I’m going to have to lug this around the next few hours. Reminds me of the old sea bag drag.

Here is a picture of the inside of the Amsterdam train station.

The Eurostar tain to Paris.

I had a little trouble boarding the train. I had one piece of luggage. Unfortunately, it was one big piece of luggage and I was having trouble finding a spot between the cars to stow it since it obviously wouldn't fit overhead. I walked down to the next car and found a space and went to back through the train to find my seat. Nothing fancy but comfortable.

The train made stops in Rotterdam and Brussels. Apparently in Brussels and extra car was to be added to the train. But due to mechanical issues they were not able to do so. There was a delay because the people boarding in Brussels had to decide if they wanted to wait for another train or stand the whole trip to Paris. A good many of them decided to stand. Arrived in Paris a little late but I wasn't bothered. I couldn't check into my room till three anyway. Here’s the Paris train station.

I decided I wasn't going to get ripped off by another taxi ride so I took the time to figure out the public transportation this time. It wasn't to difficult once I found the app. I bought a three day pass and started to look for the metro towards my hotel. My mandar was on overdrive. I found the first line and needed to transfer. At the transfer station I was going up one flight and down another flight of stairs though a maze to get to the connecting line. To make matters worse I had my luggage which was very awkward and slowed me down. The others were not very sympathetic either. But, I managed just fine and made my way back up to fresh air. Of course it was raining. I had my phone with directions to the hotel in one hand. I was pulling my luggage in the other and holding the umbrella with my neck. There was no question I was the tourist in town today!

My first glimpse of lè Eifflel Tower!

I was able to get cheked-in, but the room wasn't ready yet. But, i was able to have them hold my luggage. Fortunately, it stopped raining. So, I went for a walk. This is the first street I came to.

It almost appeared to be an optical illusion the way the buildings lined up down the street for so long. The architecture is so neat!

I walked a little further and found the square where the Olympic Park was built here in 2024. This fountain is there.

I found a better view of the Eiffle Tower from the park.

It looks pretty far. Maybe I’ll walk there later, when I know it’s done raining.

The Olympic Torch Flame is still on display. Every night at sunset the balloon is launched. I’ll have to come back to see that as well.

I still had some time to kill and was hungry. So, I stopped and got a sandwich, ham & cheese on a baguette with butter. Reminded me of the plain ham & cheese sandwichs my son used to take for lunch.

I decided to walk back to the hotel down one of the streets. It was lined with all the high end stores like fifth Avenue. Each store had a guy at the door to make sure only legit shoppers were coming in.

This shop actually had a line and you were assigned a salesperson as you entered. I have no idea what you need to buy in that place.

Street view

Don’t know what this is but I felt the need to take a picture of it.

A church down the street from my hotel.

I finally was able to check-in into my room just before the rain started again. Not bad. Pretty small. But it’s just me.

Well I waited for the rain to stop and went out exploring a little more. I think I have this metro figured out already.

Paris reminds me of NYC. Except I don’t understand what anyone is saying and the architecture is super old, but really nice!

The streets are lined with these buildings that look like they’ll last forever.

I made my way to get a better view of the Eiffle Tower.

And waited for the lights to turn on.

Unfortunately, it started raining again. So, I made my way back to the hotel and called it day. Hopefully the weather will work out better for me tomorrow. Otherwise, I'm just going to get wet.

Day 5

I am writing this blog at the end of the day. It was a day I don’t think I’ll be able to express in words, but I will do my best.

I woke up pretty worn out from the previous day. The sun completely zapped me from all my energy and I think I could have slept all day. Unfortunately, it was race day! And as my wife likes to say, I can sleep when I’m dead! Shuffled down to the restaurant for breakfast. Great as usual.

I headed out soon after and realized I wasn't the only one ready for race day! Here are a few pictures of things I saw on the way to the track.

This appears to be a car dealership in the middle of old town Amsterdam. I don't recognize this make of vehicle. I belive it’s electric though.

Red Bull waking us up with some serious bass.

I was torn about having rain today. Of course I didn't feel like getting cold and wet. But on the other hand, a wet race would make things a lot more interesting. Can you spot the rainbow.

They have similar dunes like the beaches of the Carolinas.

Instead of staying at a hotel like me. You can bring the camper for the weekend like NASCAR.

Well look what I found. I had no idea what this was until this morning when I arrived at the track. I thought it was a hand sanitizer dispenser. But when I saw everyone rubbing it all of their faces and arms, I decided to take a closer look. It’s a sunscreen dispenser! Man could I have used you the past two days! Duolingo needs to have sunscreen earlier in the leasons instead of neushoorn.

The ladies checking tickets for our section informed me that I was the first one to arrive for our section! To be early is on time! Looks like we’re going to be participating in the opening ceremonies.

Since I was early. I decided to climb the grandstands and see what it was like from up there.

Although it gave a better view of the whole straight. I was happy to be three rows off the track and feel the power of the Formula 1 cars. Plus, I had the big screen TV right in front of me to see all of the rest of the racing action.

I was all geared up ready to root on Max Verstappen along with all the other Dutch fans.

I bought myself a hat on the way to the track to help keep the sun off my scorched face. Of course it ended up being overcast for most of the race. I was fine with that.

The drivers parade. Also great to have the front row seats to see them this close.

It was a very entertaining race. I spoke with a few of my section mates. Meet two gentlemen from Liverpool. I'm pretty sure they were speaking English, but I felt bad having to ask them repeat everything they were asking me. Met a couple other gentlemen from Chicago. A lady from Argentina. And several friendly Dutch folks. Max ended up coming in second place!

Racing Bulls won third place! Thier first podium in a while and a first for diver Isack Hadjar. He’s French, so the people in Paris tomorrow should be happy and in a good mood. Of course McLaren and Piastri won first place.

Another tedious walk back to the train station. It took me two hours to walk a little over two miles. But it was worth every step. Speaking of steps, I looked at my Fitbit app and calculated that I walked 67,693 these last five days! And I was worried I was going to get fat while I was gone.

Showered and changed and decided to actually have dinner my last night in Amsterdam downstairs.

Well the serveester (waitress, see Duolingo taught me something) recommended the smash burger. Who was I to say any different. It was really good! A bit expensive, but my feet couldn't walk another step today.

Time to hit the sack. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning and catch a train to Paris France. Somewhere different to talk about tomorrow night. Until then, goedenavond!

Day 4

I woke up well rested to clear sky’s and quickly got ready because I was hungry!

Took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom to a beautiful sunrise! Maybe the weather will be good for the track today after all.

Breakfast was great! Filled up the tank for another long day out at Zandvoort Circuit. Here’s is another area of the restaurant in the hotel I’m staying in Amsterdam.

All finished with breakfast. Now we’ll see how many people show up this morning to head out to the race track.

Looks pretty light, but it is an early Saturday morning.

I love the art throughout the city. At least I think its art. And there are flowers everywhere.

Again I was able to easily use the public transportation to arrive at the track with no problems. Didn't take any transit pictures today because they probably would look just like yesterday.

So I've decided, when I am elected President, my first executive order will be to ban the use of all personal transportation for six months. With everything the United States has accomplished over the years, I believe if we were forced, as a nation, to rectify our public transportation deficiencies, we'd put our heads together and come up with something even better what I've seen here. I digress, once again.

The day went great at the track. Watched three different race categories qualify. F1 Academy, Porsche GT3, and Formula 1. Very entertaining. Here’s a couple pictures.

Here’s the top three qualifiers in Formula1. Piastri, Norris and Verstappen

People everywhere.

And speaking of people. It was a mass exodus after the final race. Everyone headed in the same direction.

And this was the line at the train station. It took about 45 minutes minutes to get through this. Everyone was so polite and patient.

I finally arrived back in Amsterdam after another 30 minutes. Here’s some better pictures of the train station.

I have no idea how to read this clock. There is only one hand of the clock and eight numbers or symbols. Any ideas?

Unfortunately, I don't have much more to share today. Today and tomorrow are going to be all about the race. I kind of wish I had a full day in Amsterdam that I didn't have something planned all day.

Day 3

Made sure to set my alarm for this morning because being six hours ahead here is messing with my internal clock. Although, the time I wake up to go to the gym and open the coffee shop is 10 AM here. My kids would sleep later than that if you let them. Anyway woke up to a beautiful sunrise.

I payed for the breakfast option when I checked in and I’m glad I did. What a spread! If I do this right, I won’t have to worry about meals for the rest if the days here in Amsterdam.

I was able to enjoy my breakfast out by the canal.

At least someone is getting their rowing exercise in this morning.

After breakfast I went back up to the room and made sure I had everything I would need for the day at the race track.

Again I cannot say enough about the public transportation here. I walked to the tram, which was right on time. Arrived at the train station and purchased a three day pass for €43 and boarded the train that was waiting for me.

After a thirty minute train ride through some beautiful country, I arrived at the station closest to the track. The track is in Zandvoort which is right by the English Channel Coast. Had a good walk to get to the track. And I was worried about getting in my exercise today. It was a beautiful morning for a walk along the beach.

These would not work along the east coast of America. They would be wiped out with the first hurricane warning let alone actual storm.

After a twenty-five minute walk I finally arrived at the track.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I walked up the steps and out into the grandstands, I knew it was going to be a great weekend.

I naturally took a whole lot of pictures. (I won’t waste your time with all of them) I was like a little boy in a candy store. All the names and cars I have been following all these years and to know I would soon be seeing them race in person was overwhelming. Here’s a selfie of me in my seat with the start finish line right behind me.

So the one thing I didn't think about, and my daughter will roll her eyes reading this, is sunblock. Who knew you could get fried by the sun in a county that has rain practically everyday of the year.

Here’s some more pictures of the race event.

The F1 Championship Trophy

The weather was starting and forecasted to get ugly. So since it was only practice I decided to leave a little early and get back to the hotel to change and eat my salad from last night. Don’t tell anyone, but I borrowed my fork from the hotel breakfast and took it up to my room. I'll give it back. Don't judge me.

Had to give these guys the the right away trying to get to the hotel.

So, after changing and enjoying my salad I went to go see the palace in town.

The rain I was trying to avoid at the track caught up to me. So, I took some shelter in a nearby coffee shop.

The best coffee shop in town it says. Well I'll be the judge of this! 😇

I ordered a doppio, which they don’t serve in to-go cups. I admit, I’m biased. If my coffee shop was in their town, I think my doppio would give them a run for their money. Still a good cup of espresso.

I still had some time before my next place to visit. And this brings me to an interesting cultural difference. I first ran into this issue at the race track. With any large event port-a-jons are required to accommodate large crowds. Especially when drinking is involved. Well I found them, but the guys are expected to do their thing in the open. While the women walk by to the regular port-a-jons we all use in the states.

So, after my coffee and while waiting for my time slot for my next place to go. I Googled public restrooms and was directed to this.

Well, when in Rome…

I digress.

One of the things I wanted to make sure I visited while in Amsterdam is the Anne Frank House. So, if this is something you want to do as well when visiting Amsterdam, be sure to plan ahead. I was fortunate and given the heads up by my travel agent. Tickets for a day are made available on the web site six weeks prior to the day. So, when you plan to be in Amsterdam, mark your things to do on your calendar six weeks prior to purchase the tickets. They are for a certain time and they are strict in following the time on your ticket. You’re not supposed to take pictures inside but I did get a picture of the original house.

It is a very humbling experience. I complain about the small house I live in all the time. This experience has made me very grateful for what God has provided me and my family. Probably one of the best museums I’ve been through based on the lay out and delivery method. They have small audio box’s that you tap in each room that narrates in your language of choice.

When I exited the museum it was night. A beautiful evening for a stroll though the city.

What a day. My Fitbit sent me a notification of most steps ever, 20100 steps. Yes, over twenty thousand steps. No wonder my feet hurt. Time to rest them and the rest of myself.

Day 2

The plane ride over was uneventful. My seatmate was very friendly and was on her way with her husband and friends to cruise the Danube from Budapest. (Have to keep that idea in mind) Opened the visor and was greeted to this view…

We flew over England

And after a short hop across the English Channel we arrived in the Netherlands

After deplaning, I walked for a good bit to cutoms, which my legs were greatful. I naturally picked the line with the agent who felt it necessary to grill everyone entering the country with twenty questions. I think he knew I wasn't playing his game and he let me pass after I told him I was here to see Max Verstappen!

After finding my checked bag I looked for transportation to my hotel. I arrived 5 hours before check-in, so I wasn't I a huge hurry to get there. I Googled my hotel and looked at public transportation. Amsterdam is the model city for public transportation and biking. Unfortunately, I had some difficulties trying to figure out the difference between trams and trains and how to get the tickets. I looked at doing the bus, but the guy selling the tickets said I'd have to do a lot of walking with my huge suitcase. So I got a taxi. Realized my mistake right away, €54 by the time I arrived at my hotel.

I was able to check-in and check my bag, but my room was not ready. So, I decided to figure out the public transportation and try a dry run for the route I would be using the next few days to Circuit Zandvoort where the race is being held. I was able to find the closest tram stop to my hotel, purchased a three day pass for €23 and found my way to the train station that would take me out to the track.

On the way back to the hotel I decided to stop a couple times and check out the down town area. It’s like nothing I’ve every seen. The buildings are squeezed together and so old. Such a cool place. So many different shops too.

And of course the canals.

Here’s a neighborhood street I walked down

When I arrived back at the hotel my room was available. They gave me top floor corner room with great views! Changed out of the clothes I’d been wearing for the past thirty hours and got comfortable. Big mistake! Woke up three hours later, and hungry.

And the view from my room is awesome!

I Googled places to eat and came to the conclusion I'll be out of money before I leave Amsterdam. So I thought I'd save some money and go to the local grocery store. Guess what I found.

Looks a little different

And they have the impulse buy section too.

I don’t have a microwave but I do have a small fridge. So I bought me a nice salad and something to snack on. But one problem. No utensils. I looked everywhere for disposable flatware, but that is obviously an American thing. No extra waste products in this city. So on the way home I found my goto dinner until I can figure out the flatware issue for the room.

All the essentials of a well balanced diet!

Walked through a couple local neighborhoods on the way back to the hotel. Amazing how they know which bike is there own.

Living on the canal would be interesting.

And if you’re not up to biking everyday you can get one of these.

Well that’s all for day two. Tomorrow the fun begins! Formula 1 Dutch Grand Prix practices.

It Begins

After four years of owning and operating A Taste of Sunrise Coffee Shop, I have decided (with permission) to step a way for a couple weeks and take a break. I enjoy traveling which the shop has not let me do since opening. I will be traveling to Europe for two weeks and thought I would try to share my adventures with my family, friends and new found acquaintances from owning the coffee shop. I hope you enjoy.

The new construction adds a bit of a walk from the drop off to check-in at the terminal.

Hurry up and wait

See you again soon Wilmington!

Arriving Atlanta Georgia

So as I conclude the first day of my trip I sit in the international terminal of Atlanta Georgia. I have a three hour layover before crossing the Atlantic Ocean to Amsterdam Netherlands.

I love to people watch and I don’t think you could find a better place than an international terminal at a major airport. One of the things I love to do as I walk to my connecting gate, is look at all the gates I pass along the way. I arrived in terminal B which serves all domestic flights in and out of Atlanta, as well as three other terminals. I look at the arrival and departure destinations and think of all the places I havnt’t been. I think of all the people traveling between so many destinations and realize how many people and places this country has.

Atlanta has a train that ferris passengers from one terminal to the other. This airport is huge! I noticed a lot of running going on by passengers trying to get their connecting flights.

I came up the escalators into terminal E and realized something was very different. I could sense the diversity of the passengers all around me. All the different nationalities and languages around me was intriguing. I continued to walk to my gate again looking at the arrival and departure destinations. This was even more fantastic than the places I was seeing just a few moments earlier. These were far off places around the world. They were like potals to places and all I had to do was jump on board. So fascinating!

I found a place to get a slice a pizza and watch all the people, from around the world walk by. I wonderd where they are from and why and where they were going.

I waited at the gate for boarding to begin and soon found myself in my seat, window seat of course, where I would be for the next eight hours.

Next stop, Amsterdam Netherlands 🇳🇱