At 8pm Jenny was feeling much better. We found some Special K cereal bars for her to much on, and she was set for the night.
Fully confident that she was ok, I set out to see a bit of Amsterdam (with Jenny's encouragement. Don't worry... I didn't abandon my little sister). After consulting with a couple airport employees on where to go, I took the train down to Central Staation. It is gay pride weekend in Amsterdam, so the streets were pretty crowded. But it felt fun, and not overwhelming at all. I walked around the canals and through the red light district. Walking around a city for the first time is such a rush - everything is new and different, and walking around confidently as if this were my home turf is...well... A rush. With only a couple hours to spare, I observed everything I could, then ducked into a bar called Cafe Old Nickel for a beer. I hung out with a trio of old crusty Dutch guys and listened to some live blues music before heading out.
All in all, a successful night. I wish Jenny could have joined me. But perhaps seeing a city for the first time is better done alone. I hope she gets the chance tomorrow.
Dude, it's Centraal Station, not Central Staation.
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