The summer of 2016 was a super littuation for me. I went to Vegas alone, took a girls trip (also toVegas), traveled to Miami multiple times, and most importantly, took my first trip to Europe. Come through passport stamps.
My fiancé (boyfriend at the time) and I went on this adventure to Amsterdam and Paris and it was an experience that I will never forget. Never in a million years would I have thought of me in a real-life puff, puff pass moment and then kiss the love of my life under the Eiffel Tower in the same week.
In all honesty, the whole trip felt like a dream. Here I am, Caroline from this small city in Michigan, being my very own #lifegoals by traveling the world with my amour. The newness that we both experienced made it that much more fun. My fiancé and I traveled together before, but this was on a whole ‘nother level.
When we got to Amsterdam, it was a little after 7am. Our bodies felt like it was 12 noon but after an 8 hour flight full of Blackish episodes and bottomless whiskey, sleep was the only thing we wanted.
Our hotel was beautiful and it was attached to a Starbucks. I thought to myself, ahhhhh a little taste of home. Our hotel room was smaller than a Barbie doll house from ’96 though. I work in the travel industry and I knew that European hotel rooms are typically smaller than American rooms but BABY… I was NOT ready for that space adjustment for the next 2 weeks. To put size into perspective, there was a king sized bed, a desk, a chair, and a computer desktop that served as a TV in our room. We still had to move our bags every time we walked around, and this was AFTER we were upgraded to a Deluxe room. We didn’t plan on spending much time in the room so it didn’t bother us. It was still a huge adjustment though.
We took a nap and went exploring shortly after. We did the obvious (which was something I wasn’t accustomed to) and I was hungry for the rest of the trip. I wanted to eat every carbohydrate I could get my hands on. Pasta, French fries, waffles, baked potatoes, you name it and I wanted it.
We toured the Heineken museum and the Madame Toussaud’s wax museum. That was hella fun. We even got these super cute customized Heineken glass bottles as souvenirs.
One of the best parts of this trip was that it was during the summer Olympics in Rio (fact check). Watching sports from European commentators was interesting, especially while seeing Team USA win hella gold medals.
At the same time, 45 was running his “presidential” campaign (and I use the word presidential very loosely) and so many people asked us what was going on in our country. The Dutch and the French hated this guy and probably hate us even more now for letting him “win” that “election.”
Funny story – since prostitution is legal in Amsterdam, it’s advertised on television during the creep and freak hours of the night. I woke up around 3am local time to a sex ad and thought “OMG we were messing with the remote but it was in Dutch. We done charged up some porn charges on this desktop TV” I was embarrassed for 2 whole minutes and then realized that this was just Dutch cable tv.
Read about Part 2 here