When I got home from my trip I had spectacularly vivid memories of New York, memories that wake me at night and pictures that make my daydreams more pleasant than they have been in a long time.
Amsterdam on the other hand...
When I recounted my trip to a friend,
"So, how was Amsterdam?"
"um..."
"Haha," he said, "don't worry, I had the same experience, Amsterdam is a black hole."
Names of places come back in a hazy fog and memories like an avant-garde montage.
Like many tourist
s holidaying with a new lover in a city where marijuana is legal, I fell into the proverbial black hole.Walking from the apartment we stayed in, on more than one occasion we passed a preschool. It was -5 degrees and the children dropped off on the back of bicycles looked like adorable walking small winter coats, all eyes, mittens and feet.
Staying in the Centrum (the central precinct in Amsterdam) in a furnished apartment meant I could feel more a resident than a tourist.
Should you like winter and gray days then you would love this city in January.
The architecture is spectacular. Often described as a living museum, you can't help but walk around this city and feel humble. As Australians with our oldest European influenced architecture dating as recently as 200 years, Amsterdam is 700 years old in parts. The streets never built for traffic and the pace of life feels the same. It's foreign and infectious.
The view from the balcony of the apartment.
2 comments:
Sounds like a good 'ole hole to fall into ;)
Orhan you would have died a happy man ! It was more awesome than awesome!
I like your suit, by the way. Sharp.
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