Join me on my first day in Amsterdam—a journey through Central Station’s stunning architecture, cultural surprises, and the overwhelming energy of this vibrant city. A birthday I’ll never forget!”
Touchdown at Schiphol Airport: Is This Amsterdam Already?
Stepping off the train at Amsterdam Central Station, my first thought was: Am I dreaming, or did this really happen? It was May 4th—my birthday—and the perfect day to celebrate not just another year of life but the realization of a dream.
Leaving my hometown, where I had never even boarded a plane, to fly through three countries in just 10 days was no small feat. In under two weeks, I’d set foot on three continents, each experience filling my soul with excitement and disbelief. Amsterdam marked the culmination of all my efforts and courage, and I could not have been prouder of myself.
Schiphol Airport: Where the Adventure Began
Let me tell you, Schiphol Airport is massive. For a moment, I thought I’d already arrived in Amsterdam! My hometown’s tiny four-gate airport couldn’t have prepared me for this sprawling maze of terminals, shops, and people. I had to double-check Google Maps just to confirm I wasn’t already in the city.
Thankfully, finding the train to Amsterdam Central was easier than expected. A short ride later, I was pulling into the station, and what awaited me there was something I’ll never forget.
Central Station: The Smells and the Spectacle
The moment I stepped into Amsterdam Central Station, I was hit by an overwhelming blend of smells—freshly brewed coffee, rich chocolate, and that unmistakable scent of something new and exciting. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in. The station itself was breathtaking, with its intricate mix of classic architecture and modern design. The enormous arched ceilings and walls with delicate curves made me feel like I’d stepped into a cathedral of travel.
Then, out of nowhere, I heard the gentle notes of a piano. Someone was playing in a public corner of the station. I had never heard live piano music in such a space before—it was surreal. If this were back home, I joked to myself, that piano might already be someone’s prized possession at a weekend barbecue.
Hot Chocolate and My First Cultural Shock
Overwhelmed by it all, I decided to sit down and let my mind catch up with my surroundings. I found a cozy café inside the station and ordered a hot chocolate. Back home, hot chocolate means heating milk, adding a few spoonfuls of powdered chocolate, and stirring it into a warm, sweet drink. But in Amsterdam? What arrived at my table was nothing like I’d imagined: a thick, dark liquid that looked more like melted chocolate than a drink.
I waited for it to cool, took a sip, and—wow—it was bitter. Where’s the sugar? My taste buds were not ready for European-style hot chocolate, but with my limited English and my Brazilian knack for avoiding confrontation, I powered through it anyway. Let’s just say it was a cultural experience I wouldn’t forget.
Stepping Into Amsterdam’s Streets
Leaving the station, I was immediately captivated. Trams zipped by on their tracks, cyclists pedaled along cobblestone streets, and the air buzzed with the hum of life. The languages around me were a symphony of accents—Dutch, English, and a dozen others I couldn’t place.
The avenue leading towards Dam Square stretched out before me, alive with movement and history. I stood frozen for a moment, trying to absorb everything. It was like stepping into a movie set where I was the main character, taking in the unfamiliar yet exhilarating scene.
A Cold Welcome (Literally)
The joy of the moment was soon interrupted by a biting cold wind. I’d read that May in Amsterdam wasn’t too chilly, but let me tell you, the internet lied. My jacket, which I once believed was “super warm,” felt like it had given up halfway through the journey. To make things worse, it started raining—classic Amsterdam weather.
For those who don’t know, some Brazilians believe São Pedro is responsible for the weather, so I said a quick prayer to him while ducking under an awning for shelter. Thankfully, after a few minutes, the skies cleared, and I could continue my journey.
Dam Square: My First Taste of Amsterdam’s Energy
Walking towards Dam Square, the city’s energy seemed to intensify. The square was bustling with people—some gathered for an event or protest I couldn’t quite understand. The air smelled faintly of marijuana, a scent I quickly realized was as much a part of Amsterdam as its canals and bicycles.
For a moment, I stood still, trying to take it all in. The sound of trams dinging, the chatter in multiple languages, the sight of tall, stylish women who looked like top models—it was all so different from anything I’d ever known. I couldn’t stop smiling. This was the Amsterdam I’d dreamed of, and I was living it.
A Slight Scare With the Police
As I stood there, two police officers approached me. My heart froze—was I doing something wrong? They spoke in English, and I only understood a few words: “luggage,” “festival,” and “out.” I quickly realized that standing with my bag in a crowded area wasn’t allowed, likely a precaution against security risks. They were polite, and after a quick nod of understanding, I moved on, relieved that my first brush with Dutch authorities wasn’t more serious.
The Day Ends, But the Dream Continues
Exhaustion was setting in after hours of walking, taking it all in, and battling the cold. It was time to find my hostel and rest. But as I made my way through Amsterdam’s charming streets, I couldn’t help but reflect on the day. This was more than a birthday celebration—it was a victory over fear, a leap into the unknown, and the start of a journey that would change me forever.
Key Takeaways from My First Day in Amsterdam
Celebrate Every Win:
Reaching Amsterdam on my birthday was more than a trip—it was a personal victory. Recognize and celebrate your milestones, no matter how small.
Embrace the Unexpected:
From bitter hot chocolate to sudden rain, travel is full of surprises. Learn to roll with it and enjoy the adventure.
Appreciate the Little Things:
The smell of coffee and chocolate, a piano in a station, or unique architecture—small moments can leave the biggest impressions.
Growth Comes Through Discomfort:
New places and challenges can feel overwhelming, but they push you to grow. Lean into the experience and trust the process.
