|Amsterdam Airport - Starbucks. Really!|
|Arrived at night|
"Alors, too late Madame".
"Andre, can you call a cab?"
"You don't understand Madame, Francois Holland, the economy, the state of the democracy, the people are having a very hard time, many are striking."
|Welcome gift from Andre.|
"C'est la vie," I agreed - "but Andre, I am an optimist, you can find me something."
Ten minutes later a nice young man pulled up in an Audi. Not a taxi, but working for a different hotel, Andre sent him to find me. I asked for a fare, he suggested 10 euros. I paid 20.
|I think French food has less calories.|
Now, to find my delayed baggage.