As I step out of the airport I am pleasantly surprised by the weather. I mean, 17C at midnight in Amsterdam? Seriously? That's what I had back in Athens! I unzip my jacket and catch one of the last busses to my host's house. A lovely stewardess working for Transavia staying at a house built a century ago. As I arrive this two floor cute place of hers attracts our conversation and she tells me that they'll bring down all the old ones in the block including hers pretty soon to build new ones. This and the fact that I am among the last ones to stay there makes the occasion even more special.
Next morning we go out together for some breakfast and later we split - she leaves Amsterdam for work, I take the train to Utrecht.
I must say that Holland's trains are pretty decent. You get a table, wifi, and the seats are rather comfy: