So I'm renaming these blogs about my trip to Europe 'Lost at Sea', even though no actual crossing of water took place. Well, it did, but I flew over it. The plane flew over it. I travelled overland by train the rest of the 4 weeks. 'Lost at Sea' is the writing prompt that got me remembering and writing about this trip a few weeks ago, 14 years on from taking it, and there's a reason for that, a reason those 3 words triggered something, but I'll save that for another post.
To read the previous installment, click here. I have just arrived in Amsterdam, my first destination.
I kept a diary while I was away - here I am reading the first entry.