My last night in the Netherlands was so surreal. I arrived by train from Giethoorn just after sunset and was met at the station by a friend I met in Costa Rica. She was so generous and offered me a place to crash at her family's home in Weesp, just outside Amsterdam. Her home is nestled in beautiful gardens on an island in the canal. I woke up refreshed and took a bike ride before taking the train to the airport.
I was so sad to leave Weesp after spending only 14 hours there, but I will remember it fondly as my last stop in the Netherlands, complete with the most stereotypical Dutch things: cycling, windmills and the trademark yellow trains of the NS (Dutch Railways) gliding through the fields.
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