The hostel provided breakfast each morning. It was set on a picnic table under a large white tent to keep the rain off. They served three of my favorite foods: salami, cheese, and cucumbers. They also had the Dutch generic version of Nutella. I convinced Buttless to try it on cheese. She was reluctant but ended up endorsing the combination. Try it at home.
On Sunday morning we checked out and took the bus back to Amsterdam Centraal. Buttless had a big suitcase that needed to be rehomed in storage. Miraculously, the large roller bag fit into a normal-sized locker. We were amazed and took a picture like the good millennials we are.
The Hermitage Museum was next. I liked the Outsiders’ bit most. The works were made by artists with no formal training.
Once it was noon, we were ready for our wine and lunch. We found a place tucked away with no menus. Two women ran the restaurant, and I told Buttless it reminded me of Idgie and Ruth and the Whistlestop Cafe. The food was delicious, and we didn’t hear any English amongst the patrons (besides ours). This was not the case everywhere else we went--lots and lots of English in Amsterdam.
We strolled through the Red Light District before landing back at Centraal for more refreshments and baggage retrieval. Buttless was off to The Hague, and I was booked on the 16:37 train to Germany. More on that train adventure later.
The weather could have been better, but the bouts of pouring rain kept us on our toes. All told, Amsterdam was lovely.