Sunrise over Schiphol

Houston to Amsterdam was just over eight and a half hours, with a ferocious tailwind behind the plane. I did manage to get some sleep. Since I was able to check into the hotel at 9am, a nap is most certainly in order, then perhaps the Rijksmuseum if its open today.  The morning traffic is quiet, and the city is still. It hasn't changed from 8 years ago when Chaz and I lived here; at the right moments after the bustle of the weekend is over, you can see remnants of the village it once was.