by Amy Ambrosini

Created on: March 12, 2011

Journey to Holland

The alarm rings and slowly the sound penetrates our conscious until the excitement pulls us the rest of the way out of sleep.  Smiling, we look at each other, kiss and stretch. Today is the first day of vacation so sleep would be a normal expectation but oh no we start for our three week trip through Holland. 

 The desire has been burning through our thoughts for a couple of years and finally the time has lined up.  The tickets have been purchased the bags have been waiting in the hall for days and our thoughts have roamed the canals for weeks.  It is the perfect springtime weather with flowers beginning their dance with the sun.

 We quickly dress in our travel cloths and eat a quick bite to tide us over.  Too much excitement anyway, but coffee is a must.  The taxi is waiting and soon we are loaded and on our way to the airport.  We cannot contain our smiles or our excitement and it seems contagious as we quickly pass through security and we sit patiently whispering to each other, sharing our love of travel, culture and each other.  We don’t need a travel book; my love has been there and knows it inside and out.  He has regaled me for years with his stories and his memories, again I beg him to tell me about his favorite food and sights and soon our flight has been called.

 The ten hours has disappeared and we are on the final 15 minute descent.  Holding hands we barely contain our excitement as the wheels touch down.  Our trek through the airport and grabbing our luggage cannot dampen our moods.  Stepping out of the airport the city appears on fire as the lights are gloriously against the buildings, it is all so magical.  We left in the morning from California and arrived ten hours later to a city full of lights dancing on the water.  I must be dreaming until I look up and see the sparkle in his eye and smile hovering on his lips.

 It is a magical time of the year in Amsterdam the city has begun to shake off the chill and the flowers are coming into bloom.  The Dutch people are beginning to celebrate and their moods are infectious.  Tulips are everywhere, every color and the affect makes me grab his hand and squeeze.  He smiles and looks at me with all the affection he has in his heart.  He has waited so long to share with me this special place.  He knows the streets, the vendors and the joys of the museums.  He loves

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