British Airways. Marvelous Schiphol Airport. Smiling people. Friendliness. Rain. Bicycles. Trams. Figuring out the tram system. Realizing I overpacked-AGAIN-while trying to figure out the tram system. A wet map. English-speaking CNN. BBC. Anne Frank House. Texting and talking on cell phones while bicycling. Beautiful canals sparkling by the light of street lamps. Indian food from Royal Tandoori with fantastic naan. Vomit in the sewer drains. The smell of marijuana juxtaposed next to lots of snack and sweet shops. A plain, warm waffle from a street-seller. Otto Frank’s kind and pained eyes. Beautiful, old architecture. A night that came early. Sore feet. A very sweet and comfortable room.
Europe
Perhaps it’s because my Dad was from Germany, but I feel an intense and constant pull to visit Europe. I want to experience the art, the culture, the different languages, the museums, the incredible beauty. Please join me on these adventures!