I was raring to go. I was pumped. I leapt out of bed, showered, clattered out of my hotel and across the silent plaza at Amsterdam Zuid. It was early enough to be dewy still as I headed under the motorway and into the station. A swipe of the app, through the barriers and up to the platform to find... no trains. In my enthusiasm to get out, I'd neglected to notice that on a Sunday the trains don't start until 07:38. I had half an hour to kill on the platform.
I walked along the canal path and got closer to the windmill. It was marked with Anno 1792, and a neat little plaque gave its history to passers by.
No, the odd faces in front of station signs aren't any better just because I'm abroad.