The Amsterdam Getaway That Almost Wasn’t

I nearly missed my flight to Amsterdam for a long weekend getaway with my husband, who was working in Poland. He planned to meet me at the Amsterdam airport on Friday. I was terribly mixed up, thinking I would fly out from Detroit on Friday evening and arrive Friday morning; for some idiotic reason, I thought the US was 8 hours ahead of Amsterdam when actually it’s only six hours, and we are are behind in time, not ahead. And because my ticket said I arrived Friday, I assumed I left on the sa...