Day One.
I'm going to keep a journal of my time in Amsterdam, much the same as the one i did when i was a mere 9 years old, on a previous visit to the city. It feels like home here. Well, not exactly home, but it certainly feels like a place i belong - my heritage. I haven't been here for 4 years, and my gosh, i'm seeing it from a whole different perspective. Everyone is so different..unique..confident to be who they are, and that's a comfort to me. So, within 10 minutes of being here i've already said 'Thank You' instead of 'Dank U', seen a guy weeing on a street corner, had a near miss with a tram, smelt a whiff of marijuana and exposed my bra to half the population of the city (not on purpose you understand...malfunctioning clothes..). But, the hotel (chosen by myself) is lovely - in a quiet street but near to the canals, restaurants, museums and cafes. Tonight we went to the main 'hub' of the nightlife and found ourselves a quaint little Italian restaurant. We sat outside like true Europeans, and were played to by a local accordian player. After our meal we wondered along the little streets, careful not to get knocked over by trams, cars and cyclists. It seems that zebra crossings are ignored by everyone but the pedestrians. There are some interesting people walking around, and i'm sure i saw two famous dutch musicians. Either that or they just liked to wear eccentric clothes, and pose for photos with random strangers.
I'm going to keep a journal of my time in Amsterdam, much the same as the one i did when i was a mere 9 years old, on a previous visit to the city. It feels like home here. Well, not exactly home, but it certainly feels like a place i belong - my heritage. I haven't been here for 4 years, and my gosh, i'm seeing it from a whole different perspective. Everyone is so different..unique..confident to be who they are, and that's a comfort to me. So, within 10 minutes of being here i've already said 'Thank You' instead of 'Dank U', seen a guy weeing on a street corner, had a near miss with a tram, smelt a whiff of marijuana and exposed my bra to half the population of the city (not on purpose you understand...malfunctioning clothes..). But, the hotel (chosen by myself) is lovely - in a quiet street but near to the canals, restaurants, museums and cafes. Tonight we went to the main 'hub' of the nightlife and found ourselves a quaint little Italian restaurant. We sat outside like true Europeans, and were played to by a local accordian player. After our meal we wondered along the little streets, careful not to get knocked over by trams, cars and cyclists. It seems that zebra crossings are ignored by everyone but the pedestrians. There are some interesting people walking around, and i'm sure i saw two famous dutch musicians. Either that or they just liked to wear eccentric clothes, and pose for photos with random strangers.
I'm now back in the hotel, checking out my bed, and the dutch must be very tall people because this cover swamps me. Nevertheless, it's beautifully comfortable, and i'm now contemplating whether i should risk sending a text. I fear it may get lost somewhere in the European phone transmitters, but i'll give it a shot anyhow..
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