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We took a red-eye from JFK to London's Heathrow Airport on British Airways, a confusing point at first because the ticket was sold as an American Airline flight and we ended up at the wrong terminal at JFK. Fortunately we had arrived early enough that we were able to correct our mistake, with time for Duty Free (read: 19 bags of M&Ms, none of which made the return trip).
The flight to London was short-ish as far as European flights go and we landed well before sunrise. Sipping a starbucks in Heathrow, I watched the sun-rise and thought to myself, "I could be anywhere but for this sky. The coffee and immediate surroundings look similar as anywhere in the U.S. But there's no mistaking that sky is different."
After coffee, we boarded our short 45-minute flight to Amsterdam.
In case this blog post makes it seem like I only traveled alone with random musings from upstairs, my husband Sanjeev was traveling with me and, as usual, was the perfect travel companion. I think this is why I married him. Tons of fun and an adventure in his own right, Sanjeev never fails to deliver a smashing good time, whatever the backdrop our travels have landed us.
We checked into the Radisson Blu (affectionately re-named "The Raddy Blue") and were impressed with the Dutch architecture let in by the clear glass atrium over the hotel.
After a longish walk home through a Winter Wonderland of lights and shoppes, we headed back to the Raddy Blu, changed for dinner and headed out again into the neighborhood to just West of the City Center, Jordaan. We ate at a typical brown cafe, typical in the style and decor and feeling of the place, and ate atypical food, Turkish, apparently the best in the city. We heartily agreed. The 3 days of feasting had begun and we victoriously returned to our hotel at 10 pm before lights out after a LONG first day in the Netherlands.