I dragged my bags and stood in front of the airport as I tried to manage all of my belongings while trying to look around and get the view of the new place. Amsterdam was really beautiful.
It was getting dark. I looked around for a cab. There were a lot around there. It was chaotic considering how I was in the airport and I couldn’t get a trolley because I was late. Just then, a cab pulled right up in front of me.
“Heeft u een taxi nodig?” The woman asked.
“Sorry? But um… I’m not a native.” I said, hoping from my very core that she knew English.
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I said, do you want a cab?” She smiled then which immediately made me feel welcome. Her English had an unfamiliar twist to it, probably because English wasn’t their native language, but it was nevertheless good.
“Yes ple
