I am currently writing this in Terminal C at Schipol International Airport in Amsterdam whilst sipping on a cold Heineken. This week my husband and I have spent the most glorious five days wandering the city and exploring new places and old favorites.
I did not expect to return so quickly after my birthday trip earlier this year, and afraid to think that every time I leave a little piece of my heart is left behind somewhere along a cannal. This trip, in particular, has been extraordinary. The combination of old and new took me on an emotional ride, and I always fall somewhere on the scale between madly obsessed and hopelessly in love.
Due to traveling in the high season, most of our explorations ended up in the back streets of DePijp. Away from the center and most of the main attractions, and deeper into tree lined streets, tiny cafes, and small shops. Maybe a place more difficult to come by if you’re a first time visitor, but as a seasoned veteran, I feel energized by studying a new area of the map and mastering the curves and turns of the neighborhood.
Holding back tears and smiling from ear to ear, all I can think of is how much this little country means to me. I will finish with a new phrase I learned this week, which is “geef mi maar Amsterdam”. This means “give me more Amsterdam”. No matter what happens, I will always want more Amsterdam. More canals to see, more crooked streets to wander, and more cold Heinekens to drink.
xx- nasty trash