I’m heading home back to the US today.
Initially, my flight home was on the 13th, getting home late at night. However, I need to be in Atlanta on the 15th and 16th for meetings. Trying to figure it out, it wound up making more sense to stay in Amsterdam for an extra night, and then just head straight to Atlanta from Amsterdam. (Also, this makes my packing even more impressive, in case you were wondering, since I now also need to be prepared for business-y meetings).
The Amsterdam airport is huge. Like, huge. It’s the second busiest airport in Europe, behind Charles De Gaulle in Paris, which I hate. Amsterdam is big, but organized.
It was a good trip. A bit more lowkey than some other adventures – but I actually have another adventure coming up in May (maybe), so this was a good balance I think.
It was an interesting time to be abroad.
A Belgium, from the southern part of the country, told me that she knows Americans are brave, and we’ll be brave again some day.
A Netherlander in Rotterdam told us her heart is bleeding on our behalf.
During the chocolate making in Belgium, the head candy maker was actually Italian. I didn’t make a note of what he said to me (I was covered in chocolate at the time) but later I asked him how he knew I didn’t support the president. He told me it’s because I was traveling, and “we travel to learn” – and if I am a learner, I could not support this president.
Another in Amsterdam, from the Czech Republic, said the only way we’ll get out of this is violence in the streets.
In northern Belgium, an immigrant from Kazakstan says he just feels pity for us.
A Scottish woman, when I was looking at tulips, told me she appreciated us f*cking up more than they did with Brexit, so now we’re the joke of the world. (She was lovely, and also told me Scotland keeps talking about leaving the UK, but it’ll never actually happen – it is just that too many Scots have watched Braveheart too many times.)
A Ukrainian immigrant who worked in the hotel breakfast area told our table one morning that she and her family are praying for us.
A French woman in Amsterdam, while we were both looking at a Jewish memorial, asked me if it’s that we don’t understand history, or if we just don’t care.
A Canadian in Bruge said that he and his family don’t blame us, and compared America to Russia, where the state controls the media, so we didn’t really know the truth.
Two of the international firms we met with – one a developer, one an architect – have said their firms have banned US travel for now, and I personally know two Canadians that are not traveling to our ULI conference in Denver in May. One developer, and booking.com, both said they’re working with their offices in the US on relocating employees out of the US that don’t feel safe working there any longer.
One presenter posted this slide in his presentation and then apologized since none of this is legal in the US anymore, and asked us not to tell Trump on him.
It was a lot. Everyone treated me with care and kindness. All of their perspectives were powerful in different ways. And all of them made me sad, in different ways.

Walking
Oof. Every day was at least 5 miles, with 15 miles at the high end. At home, I’m very sedentary.
One person in our group did need a cane for walking. Her observation is that most of where we went is not generally accessible – there are no curb cuts in a lot of places, and because stairs are prioritized it did make it harder for her to find vertical transportation in the buildings. That, and you have to keep your head on a swivel, because bikes are EVERYWHERE and bikes seem to be prioritized and have the right of way. Pedestrian lights are few and far between- in general we had to cross streets at our own risk, and I ran more than a few times. For her, that made urban areas very challenging.
She did say that the people were incredible. She had a number of examples where strangers stopped and offered to help, including some college kids on the campus. She said she felt seen and valued, versus in the States, she feels like she’s an inconvenience that people move around.
Athleisure
The only time I saw “yoga” pants or things of that nature is when I briefly sat in a park yesterday, and watched some runners, or in some high tourist areas. On the college campus, the norm seemed to be loose jeans/khaki type pants, with sweaters or button up shirts. I only saw a handful of kids wearing sweatshirts. No bike shorts – but I did see a lot of people biking in suits.

















































































































































