Since my return back, a lot of my friends have asked me to write a blog about my trip to Amsterdam where I visited my brother after 13 years. Well, here it is…
It was Wednesday when I bought my flight ticket from Rome to Amsterdam and sent a copy of the itinerary to my brother. I flew to Amsterdam the same day and arrived at schiphol airport around 3:40 PM. The flight was exactly on time. Since I did not have any language, I walked straight towards the exit sign. I was very excited to see my brother after 13 years.
I walked outside and ready to scream the moment I see him, but saw no sign of him. I kept looking around for a few minutes and still no sign of him. I did see a guy with dark hair and dark complexion walking with a lady and looking at me. I told myself, this cannot be him. The same guy kept walking around for a while.
Finally, after waiting at the arrival for around 24 minutes, I decided to ask someone for a phone and call him to see where he was. Well, I saw the same guy walking towards me. As he got closer to me, I said “SalamAlikom.” He smiled and I realized that it was him, Sharaf, my brother who has been away from home for almost 13 years.
He was there on time, but I guess we did not recognize each other. It was like a movie. All we missed at that time was a video camera. We hugged each other and… As well, I got introduced to his wife, who is a Dutch citizen. She was a very beautiful blond girl with blue eyes, completely different than what I expected: a dark hair dark complexion girl.
I had the best time being with him and his wife in Amsterdam. I wish I could stay longer so I could get to know him more; however, I am very optimistic that we will meet again soon. Time went by very fast. Overall, it was the greatest time of my entire trip.


Tuesday, January 26th, 2010 

































