Catching up on the rest of my trip, the end of the journey, the feelings were bitter-sweet. I was excited to go home, but sad to see Europe go. In retrospect, I feel like it was such a short trip, and while I was there, it felt like I was there a long time. On our last day, we hopped a train to Amsterdam and met up with dad's cousin, who works with the Royal Concertgebow Hall in Amsterdam, rated the best acoustics in the world. Steve and I both got a private tour, and got to see the whole hall. The hall was incredible, with two concert halls and beautiful architecture, the size and the beauty of the hall was magnificent. After this, we went for a drink and then we decided to walk to Amsterdam Centraal station. Heading on the way there, we picked up family souvenirs and had a nice walk. We were fairly early to Centraal station and found some wifi to find a hotel for the night. We met up with Jelly and had a drink together with lots of good conversation, it was getting late and Jelly had an early morning so we said our goodbyes and off to the hotel we went. We had to re organize our bags to accommodate the souvenirs that we brought home for our families. By the time we went to bed, we were going to get a maximum of 4 hours of sleep. We were up at 5:40 am and getting ready to catch our plane. We were able to say hello and goodbye to Mom in Canada who was just heading to bed. Off to the airport we go, we reserved a shuttle the night before for 6:30 am. We checked in and went for some breakfast, then it was pretty much time to get on the plane. It was an 8 hour plane ride and we were greeted by Dad, Mom and Brad at the airport and headed homeward bound.