When there’s a heatwave making its way through The Netherlands, the only way to remain sane in a city where A/C doesn’t exist is to head to the beach. Surprisingly, it’s only a 30-minute train ride to the coast of Holland to the Atlantic Ocean. The only problem was that not a single one of us knew how to use the trains within the country of The Netherlands. We spent a solid 45-minutes attempting to load a train ticket onto our transportation card before we decided to give up and just try to buy a ticket on the train… Except the only problem was that as soon as we got on the train, we found out you can’t purchase a ticket on the train… We were trapped riding a train illegally in a foreign country. I think I know now why we’re sometimes called “Dumb Americans.”
After riding the train the gypsy/Idiot American-way we arrived at the beach. For a second looking out at the people-filled beach, I thought I had been transported to Miami, but then I saw a raw herring and frites sign, and realized I was still in Europe. I also realized in that moment exactly what I’d be eating as a beach snack.
The beach that day was a blast. When I thought about going to Amsterdam 3-months ago, I never thought I’d be swimming in the Atlantic Ocean or walking in the sand in Holland. And here I am doing just that, and having a great experience at the same time.