Not cool, man.
So we had an hour to figure out what to do with all our luggage.
We knew we could rent a locker at the airport or even the nearby train station, but we had A LOT of luggage to move and would need a van -not just a standard taxi - just to facilitate getting our stuff to a storage space.
We'd already arranged van transportation to the airport with the driver who'd brought us to our place from the train station when we'd first arrived, but we weren't expecting him until 6:00pm.
We talked out our options, and decided on moving our stuff to near a park bench out front, and just trading off being the adult staying with the stuff or being the adult taking the kids around town.
It wasn't ideal, but it would work.
We were piling our stuff out front when the sweet man who lived in the very next row house asked if we were headed to the airport.
His name was Rijn, and we'd made small talk with him and his wife several times throughout our stay there. They had a little patio set out front and would often eat their breakfast out there and read the paper.
When we explained that yes we were checking out but no we weren't heading to the airport until much later, he offered up their home to hold our stuff in.
So nice, right?
We were grateful for their kind offer, but when he said they'd be leaving that afternoon until much later in the night, we said no thanks, as we'd need to get our bags again around 6:00pm.
That's when Rijn said "no worries, we'll just give you our key and you can let yourselves in to get your bags."
I mean, WHAT?!? This man was willing to give his house key to strangers, while also offering up that they would be GONE for several hours. Who does that?!?
David and I were both so touched by his generosity and trust.
May we be able to pay it forward someday.
The kids played out front for a bit...
We stumbled upon a fun park we decided to play at for awhile...