yes, my jacket into Amsterdam Centraal was an airline blanket. I don’t have a jacket because India is hot and that’s where we are headed. An airport employee asked if I had a jacket. I asked if he rents jackets. I didn’t tell him my jacket was an airline blanket. No worries I’m going to return it on my next flight. Some lady asked Homer if he thought it was summer., because he was wearing thin shorts and sandals and it was cold AF. No one (locals) knows how to get anywhere. No one knows how to explain how to go if they do know where to go. And when they tell you something it’s a good chance they are wrong. You have no idea what we’ve been through. When I got to security the guard looked right at my eyes and said , you look tired. 👀 😙😬anyway.... he told me to take this off and that off and what did I call (sweater) what ever that is ... and homer said, her underwear?? He said noooo 😲 😅 anyway that’s only 1/8 of the story of Amsterdam this day. Oh and the people here are so quiet. I was saying something in the train to the guys and everyone turned and looked at me like I was breaking the rules. Even a kid. They all sit in the train and work on laptops like they are in the office. They have coat hangers and each row a little trash container and light and it’s clean. Even their graffiti is clean. Bye. #flyingfordays #stopover #indiabound (at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0UuApaFjcx/?igshid=14e2i8gt2dwrk