July 8th, 2023
After a lengthy 10-hour flight and whopping 9-hour time zone change, I finally touched down in Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, the bustling gateway to the Netherlands and the fourth largest in Europe by passenger traffic. Right off the plane, I was whisked away onto a near silent electric bus and shuttled to immigration.
As the bus zipped during the three-minute ride to passport control, I caught my first glimpse of the city consisting of bike paths, small roundabouts, and unique traffic calming measures I had seen only a handful of times back in the States.
With a new stamp on my passport, I felt a rush of excitement. It was official--I had entered the Netherlands! With my suitcase in tow and a handful of euros in hand, I eagerly met with my group.
Electric Shuttle to Main Airport
Roundabout in Schipohl Airport
Our next destination was Delft, our new home for the next several weeks.
When waiting for our train, we gathered and introduced ourselves. I finally had the pleasure to meet Amy and Justin, my fellow group members for the final design project, along with a handful of other delightful students.
After a few moments, we embarked on a picturesque ride through the charming landscapes of Holland. We passed through quaint towns and over meandering canals sandwiched between never-ending fields of green. The hour-long journey seemed to fly by, but as it neared noon, we arrived at the station, ready to start a new chapter.
Upon reaching the Delft station, we wasted no time in getting our bicycles. After a brief test ride, we settled on our new home on wheels. But there was a catch--these bikes boasted coaster brakes in contrast to familiar hand brakes. We embraced the challenge with enthusiasm and took the afternoon to adjust to the new controls.
Guided by Dr. Robert Bertini, our program director and newfound friend, he explained the importance of remaining active throughout the day with a cycling adventure to adjust to the new time zone. We cycled around Delft for an hour, with the dual tasks of familiarizing ourselves with the new city and warming up our stiff bodies.
After a break to freshen up and settle into our rooms, we embarked on our 22-mile ride.
Around 3pm, our group departed for Scheveningen, a charming seaside district of The Hague. Despite our sleepiness creeping in, we pedaled through the city and navigated through rush hour.
Taken by Hofvijer, a lake in the Hague
Cycling through The Hague
We weaved our way through the bustling city and finally arrived at the resort-like region of the Hague. We dipped our toes in the North Sea before seeking our first taste of authentic Dutch cuisine.
The restaurant on the water, De Pier Pannenkoeken, was the host of our first group meal. My newfound friend AJ and I decided to split a "pancake naturel," a crepe-like pancake topped with syrup and powdered sugar.
My first bite of the classic Dutch "bitterballen" stole my heart. The savory and creamy gravy-like meat and roux center covered with a crunchy outer breading was the perfect introduction to Dutch cuisine.
With a fully belly, I had to fight to stay awake, so I decided to look for a sweet treat to grant me the energy for the 11-mile returning ride. I opted for some soft-serve, and savored every bite before embarking on the golden-hour ride to my home.
With our tired muscles but new sense of excitement for the coming weeks, our group returned to our rooms, ready for the next day.
BUT! Just before retiring for the night, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to explore the city and get some snacks for the room with my new friend Ben.
While zipping around on our bikes, marveling at the sustainable infrastructure that prioritized bikes, trams, and buses, we stumbled upon a Jumbo, a popular Dutch supermarket, near the TU Delft campus.
Hagelslag with pink sprinkles.
The entire selection of Hagel slag.
One notable snack I saw was Hagelslag, a popular Dutch snack of buttered bread and (typically chocolate) sprinkles.
I picked up a few things for the room and cycled back as the sun set on my first day in The Netherlands!