To Amsterdam
Trip Start
Jul 28, 1975
1
20
49
Trip End
Ongoing
Dad and I drove back to Amsterdam, where Dad would fly back to Houston and I would go solo on the train and backpack portion of my adventure.
The last night we stayed in Utrecht. In the hotel bar, the bartender spoke 7 languages fluently. I'll never forget how inspired (and jealous) I was watching him carry on conversations with everyone at the bar. There was us, a Russian, a Dutch couple, a Spanish couple, an Italian couple, and a couple French folks. He went up and down the bar holding conversations with all of us. I was impressed.
Dad flew out the next morning, and I went and enjoyed Amsterdam the way any fun lovin' college kid should :)
The last night we stayed in Utrecht. In the hotel bar, the bartender spoke 7 languages fluently. I'll never forget how inspired (and jealous) I was watching him carry on conversations with everyone at the bar. There was us, a Russian, a Dutch couple, a Spanish couple, an Italian couple, and a couple French folks. He went up and down the bar holding conversations with all of us. I was impressed.
Dad flew out the next morning, and I went and enjoyed Amsterdam the way any fun lovin' college kid should :)

