The flights were fine. The hotel is grand. And Amsterdam is, as we remembered, gorgeous.
But it is cold. Not just cold, but snowing. And as any of my pals from my days at NYU will tell you, I am a total wimp when it comes to winter weather. Neither growing up in southern Louisiana nor the last eight years in southern California have given me much in the way of insulation. Or, more to the point, a proper wardrobe. There will have to be winter hat shopping this afternoon.