I got sent to the Waldorf Astoria in Amsterdam for work and as soon as I stepped in, it was like I hit the jackpot.
From the warm welcome at the door, I was already figuring how to chain myself to the table in my room and refusing to leave.
I mean, there would be problems, like how would I eat, drink and generally stay there 24 hours a day, but at least i’d be somewhere pretty.
Once I made my way through into reception, I sat down and was asked to pick my favourite scent that will be pumped into the room.
Yes that’s right, a scent that will be pumped into my own room.
I chose a jasmine scent that would then be sprayed into the room through the air vents during turn down service. Yes again, turn down service.
Marie from the hotel showed me around and explained the Waldorf Astoria’s history. It turns out that it’s actually made from six canal houses that originate from around the 16th and 17th century.
And the property had a beautiful garden – of course full of tulips.
When I got to my room, it was huge. In fact i’m pretty sure it was bigger than my house in London. Everything had been covered, from chocolates to all of the amenity kits in the bathroom. Yes, I thought, I could live here easily.
I’ll be honest, it was so nice to get away and not have to think about anything.
Work had been incredibly stressful and I wasn’t enjoying living in London as much as I should have been – I mean London is great but sometimes you need a break.
And so to get away to somewhere like Amsterdam was an absolute dream.
Since writing this post, i’ve actually been back to Amsterdam – I love it so much. I could definitely see myself living there in the future. I will need to learn how to ride a bike though. Yep, 26 and still unable to ride a bike.
I must admit, the first evening, I got a bit lazy and ordered room service – Waldorf Salad of course.
The best thing about my stay by far was the staff, who would offer friendly advice, hand you umbrellas if it rained and were curious as to where you were headed that day. And even had polite chatter about the weather.
Every time I came back in from a walk around the city or an evening out, there was something new on the table from a basket of fruit to macarons to awesome glasses of wine. And of course a little note wishing me a pleasant day.
I may have shed a literal tear when it was time to leave.
Can I go back now already?
My stay was part of a review for my employer at the time. However all views and opinions are my own. The photos of the hotel’s exterior and the garden have been provided by Waldorf Astoria Amsterdam.