Dear Netherlands, I miss you already! Emily and I took a cab this morning to Schipol after she took a pic of this tiny car by our hotel. After going through the first round of airport stuff and walking to our gate (airport security actually happens at your gate at Schipol), I tried to purchase a couple of drinks while we waited for boarding to start.
The cashier told me the total, and as I reached for my wallet, it wasn't where I thought it was. Actually, it wasn't on me at all! Strange. I told the cashier I'd go find my wallet and come back.
After a few minutes spent digging through our luggage, I finally realized that my wallet was lost. Like, LOST lost. I figured it had to be in one of two places. Either I had dropped it in the street where the cab was, or I dropped it on the backseat of the cab after paying the driver. Either way, I'm pretty sure I was going for my jacket inside pocket and missed.
As Emily and I walked back through the airport, I called the cab company. I had to talk to the guy at the other end several times before he contacted our driver, who apparently was hard to get a hold of. Eventually all the communication happened though, and the driver found my wallet in his backseat. Score!
The cab driver offered to bring the wallet back to where he had dropped us off, which ment Emily and I had to technically "re-enter" the country. We're going to have lots of passport stamps now!
When the cab driver finally arrived, I offered him all my remaining euros to show my appreciation. He then told me that what I gave him wasn't enough. I guess he had already made it across town and charged me for the fare that got him back to the airport. So, instead of doing it how I imagined and giving the nice guy my leftover euros (I think it was around €25), I had to go downstairs inside the airport to find a cash machine and pull more money out to pay the dude.
The important thing is that I got my wallet back, and we still managed to catch our flight! I proceeded to spend the next 7 hours listening to music, editing pictures, and playing solitaire on my phone.
Amanda picked us up at DFW after our connecting flight in DC. Emily and I celebrated our first day back in the states the same way anyone would: we had Taco Bell and KFC for dinner and watched TV. Beautiful.