The winter morning was bright and for what felt like the first time, I was up early with giddy anticipation of where the day would lead. With a traffic-free drive to the airport and ten-seconds of arms-above-head security screening to prove that my mother and I were not harboring any weapons, I was ready to hop on the gigantic KLM combi plane for the over ten-hour flight across the Atlantic. Stocked with magazines and snacks, I browsed the on-board entertainment system and planned out the journey’s cinematic adventures (Magic Mike, Seeking a Friend at the End of the World, and Bachelorette—none of which I had seen before).
Let me say, I
was am highly impressed with everything about the KLM experience. The flight attendants were attentive and friendly, the food was actually delicious, and the drinks were plentiful (and free). If you have the option to choose KLM, I highly encourage you to do so. The hours flew by while I swooned over Channing Tatum’s dance moves and sipped red wine, perfectly content in my limited space.
Soon, an announcement requested all passengers return their seats to the upright position and the early morning light of a snowy landscape was visible through the window. We touched down in what has gone on record as being the smoothest landing of all time. Seriously, I talked about it for about twenty minutes after we got off the plane. It was incredible.
We navigated our way through the airport, got another stamp in our passports, and found the transfer that would lead us to our AmaWaterways river cruise ship. We had finally arrived in the Netherlands. Amsterdam, to be specific.