I am a bit disappointed with myself. Normally a love to turn a cancelled flight into an adventure but today no no no. I just want to go home. It is 4 days left in Berlin before Christmas and there are tons of things I want to do, and many friends I want to see. And many presents I need to get.

This morning I woke up in a white Amsterdam. At lunch it was clear that the air traffic was going to be a problem. So I booked a train ticket just in case. They canceled it too. So I booked an other KLM flight ticket. I was really lucky to get a taxi.
My mood was on top.
I was on time.

The taxi driver took detours since the autobahn was closed down. We were sliding around in the woods and along canals in his car with summer wheels. The countryside was so pretty. Since the roads were empty it looked totally untouched. I had to think of paintings by Avercamp. Or Koekkoek.

The taxi drive from  Zuid Station to Schiphol took 2,5 hours (normally a 5 min drive).
When I got to the airport both my flights were cancelled. Screwed. No taxis to get back to Amsterdam. No trains to get back to Amsterdam. And no busses. I noticed myself thinking “phu, luckily I travel with a yoga madras and a long winter coat. I can sleep anywhere”.
But if I am not going to win the first price (Berlin) I will at least fight hard for the 2nd (a good bed in a nice Hotel). So I needed to get myself back to Amsterdam.
I was hard to compete with the french guy that offered the taxi driver 300 euros to take him back. Or the two japanese guys that offered 600 (each) to get driven to brussels. They offered me to join.
Thank you but no thank you.

Somehow I made it back to the city (I used the good mood and not the elbows). I let the taxidriver drop me off at my favorite spot from Yesterday “An”. Feels like home already. Thank God.