Dutch Moments

Procrastinating this weeks post becuase my original content was lost in a computer glitch. So sometimes you just have to publish and move on, until next week…







xx – nasty trash

Soulmate City

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.

IMG_9113.jpgI 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. IMG_8798.jpg

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

Birthday in Amsterdam


Four years ago I was on the brink of the most invigorating journey of my life. That was 2013, and the trip turned out to be just a taste of what was in store for the future. Now it is 2017, I am married and returning back to the city where we met, where it all began. A city where I lived, thrived, worked, and cried…


This city changed me. The enchanting canals hypnotized me. The crooked houses tell stories from long before mine ever began. And the people, the people reinsure my faith in humanity (it seems as though my heart believes I was Dutch in a past life).


Amsterdam is a city for everyone and anyone. You can find history, art, parties, business, sport, love, and even some of life’s naughtier things. Most of all, you can find beauty. Beauty that has been aging like fine wine for centuries in the low lands of western Europe.


I dreamt of this city for years, fell in love in a matter of minutes, and will forever have the deepest gratitude for all the memories made and lessons learned. All of this, because of