It was my 14 yr old brother and I saying goodbye to our family as we got ready to journey off. As we walked off with tears, all we could hope was we would arrive safely. We prepared ourselves for our upcoming, twelve hour, non-stop flight. I slept most of the way, wishing I hadn’t and my brother stayed up the whole time scared that the plane was going to crash. Once we landed, we were seven hrs behind the United States. That threw us off so bad.
They say America is the land of the beautiful – I beg to differ. Europe, or more specifically Holland & Amsterdam, was something so out of this world. Although much of their food, culture, and ways were so different from the United States, it was still similar in some aspects. I’ll never forget getting off the airplane and trying to read where I had to go – not much was in English – and got lost within the first 15 steps. After we finally got our luggage, we proceeded to grab something to eat – only to realize there was such a price different. Our dollar isn’t worth much, so we found ourselves paying over $10 each for a small meal from McDonalds. We couldn’t believe this, but had no other choice but to buy.
On our drive to my brother’s fathers, Frank, house, all I could do was be amazed at the scenery and how pretty everything was. Everything was in a different language, all the acres of land and farms, all the building structures; the weather was foggy so it gave a mystery feel to it. Their streets are what amazed me the most. They have 3 means of popular transportation – vehicle, bike and walking. And each method has its own light system and space. Never thought you could get a ticket for riding a bike through a red light. The people seemed so calm, unrushed with life or problems, nice and helpful to guests.
For the two and a half weeks I was there, my sleeping habits were destroyed due to the time change. I lost ten lbs because of how different their food (is/was). I couldn’t drink milk because it wasn’t...