My biggest adventure in Amsterdam was riding the tram, which is an electric train system. You need to buy a pass card and put it past a scanner each time you get on and off. Luckily we got day passes that could be used more than once, because…
When we got back to our B&B’s stop, riding the tram from downtown, Paul got off ahead of me, and then another person. When I got to the door, it wouldn’t scan my card, and there I was, stuck behind a closed door. Paul was in as much shock as I was (he told me later) as the train took me away.
In a panic, I thought perhaps I could get off at the next stop, find the main street and work my way back. I don’t know the address of our B&B, though. Then a very nice young woman on the tram told me how to take a pedestrian overpass at the next stop so I could catch the next tram coming back.
Several others in the car were also helpful. I have good impressions of the Dutch! When the tram finally stopped, I scanned my pass and headed up the stairs they pointed out. Just as I came to the stairs going down, the tram was pulling in, so I ran. I didn’t want to miss this one.
When I got off at the correct stop—finally—Paul was there waiting for me. The first thing I said was,
“This is the kind of thing we will laugh about later.”
It certainly was an adventure! And I saved those tram passes as a souvenir.
In a strange sort of way, it made us look out for each other more on the rest of the trip. And even though it may have seemed to be a bad start, it actually wasn’t. I learned to appreciate and take everything in stride, more than I used to.