Travels with Gypsum
Where are you staying tonight?” asked the lost baggage lady at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol in the Netherlands.
“The Horse Hotel,” I said, referring to the stable, with hotel rooms attached, located a few miles from the airport.
She stared at me. “The Horse Hotel?”
“It’s where horses go after they fly into this airport.”
She gave me a strange look, then scanned through a list of hotels. “I don’t have a Horse Hotel.”
I showed her my paperwork, which included the name of the place in Dutch. But this did not help. The Horse Hotel wasn’t on her list in any language. Shifting gears, she asked “Well, where is your final destination?”
“Durham, England,” I responded.
“Are you staying anywhere between your night here and
