And then there were two...

Some of the greatest stories come from some "not-so-great" situations. Traveling wouldn't be as memorable without these "uh oh" moments. To my mom: I'm telling these stories now because they are in the past. Everything is fine, and everything will be fine. Qué será, será. To everyone else: I'm sure you'll laugh and be less concerned than she. 

So friends, in the first ten days of "A Human Max In A Dog's World" I visited Paris, Brussels, and Amsterdam. All three were quite amazing in there own ways. Well...Brussels was actually less than amazing. (Minus the waffles and chocolate, I don't recommend visiting the country whose national symbol is a 24 inch statue of a boy taking a leak.) Amsterdam, on the other hand, is filled with many treasures. 

Amsterdam in 20 words or less: Anne Frank House, pancakes, canals, pancakes, Red Light District, TFIOS bench, and pancakes.

The bike culture of The Netherlands, the intricacies of the canals, and the beautiful colors of the city made it easy for me to choose Amsterdam as my favorite city. It was an (Amster)dam shame we cut a day off this stop in order to take a cheaper flight to Berlin. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where my story begins. 

God Provides a Way: Part 1. We check out of our hostel and attempt to stand up straight as we carry our backpacks to Amsterdam's airport. Like the responsible children we are, we arrived with plenty of time...to then stand in a really long line to check in with a questionably named airline: EasyJet. It is there we find out our flight was booked for January 8th. It was the 7th! Even today we still aren't sure how this happened, because we purposefully booked the 7th since its flight was significantly cheaper. So we ended up shelling out money to book a last minute flight, but at least there were seats available. 

God Provides a Way: Part 2. Our hostel in Berlin had given us written directions from the airport to the hostel. But Mother Nature wasn't going to let it be that easy. The cold and snow caused the trains to change their stops. And without knowing German, you can imagine our surprise when the train stopped short of our destination. So we left the station, hoping to find help, and met this woman who told us (in broken English) to get back on the train...which then went in the wrong direction. And this is where God Provides a Way: Part 3 begins. 

By going in the wrong direction, we met an American student who knew exactly where we needed to go and even rode with us to our final stop. Without meeting the German woman, we wouldn't have taken that exact train in the wrong direction. And had we not taken that train in the wrong direction, we wouldn't have met the girl who saved me from bursting into tears. Needless to say, God was taking pity on us and has sent us not one, but TWO angels. I'm definitely not complaining. He brought us to some amazing history.

Stay tuned for more stories, because believe me, there are plenty more!