Packing, Airport Massaaaaage and Amster-Damn I Like This Place!

October 7, 2015

4:15pm

Oh my god, the airport has a massage booth. Yes, a booth, and yesssss I did it! It was one of those put your knees in one place and basically the rest of you falls forward. You'll recall, I am not small. The amount of adjusting that this tiny, adorable woman had to do to the seat thingy was pretty funny. It was awkward (even more awkward than an airport massage usually is), but I got a half hour massage with oxygen being pumped into my face by some weird tube that didn't have to touch me at all to work. It was oddly minty.

So clearly I'm at the airport at a type this. As it turns out, my over-planning won again, because my flight isn't for another hour and a half (boards in an hour), and I got off the train an hour and a half ago. People looking at my ticket think I'm insane. I think you only have to be here an hour before, and I was here three hours before.

Hence the massage.

And the quiche Lorraine. Again. You guys, I had that weird "yawn incessantly until I eat" thing going on, and it was every ten seconds, I swear. I had to eat quiche! It was my only hope!

Anyhow, here's how the day went leading up to this airport situation.

Packing is always interesting when you only bring one European-sized carry-on. Why? Because the thing is essentially the size of my foot, and I packed enough to last me 35 days abroad (laundry to be done throughout, obviously). Also, when you take one thing out, it all has to come out, because it's so jammed in there.

Allow me to regale you with tales of what I managed to pack for this trip.

In my carry-on bag:

2 skirts
5 dresses
2 bolero (those things that cover up your arms when you wear a sleeveless dress)
5 pair shoes (1 rain, 1 running, 3 flats though one is ugh-worthy)
1 raincoat
A bunch of underoos and braeroos
3 pairs socks
3 generic European power adapters
2 Italy-specific power adapters
1 pair jammers (pyjamas, for those not hip to the groove... yeah, I said it)
2 belts (those waisty kinds)
1 hairbrush
3 mini bottles of shampoo
1 mini bottle conditioner
1 mini bottle face scrub
1 bar soap
1 real-size deodorant
A bunch if hair clips
1 mini first aid kit
1 mini flashlight
1 mascara thingy
2 mini toothpastes
20 safety pins of different sizes (apparently I think I'm going to need to create a makeshift fort?)
1 tiny umbrella
90 contact lenses
1 pair glasses
1 thing tooth floss
1 folder with all info printed
1 Bluetooth keyboard
7 memory cards (one for each city)
1 iPhone charger
1 iPad charger
1 camera charger
1 mini-Mophie portable charger
2 generic USB charger hubs
1 SD card to iPad reader

And in my purse:

1 iPhone
1 iPad
1 Nikon S9900 camera in case
1 extra camera battery
1 extra SD card
1 SD card to iPad reader
1 passport and money holder (one of those under your clothes jobbies)
1 bottle eye drop
10 extra contacts
2 mini packs Kleenex
1 mini bottle Purell
1 pack Juicy Fruit
1 lollipop (trying to figure out when I should enjoy it, it's fruit punch flavoured!)
1 pen (one of those 4-colour circa 1987 ones, loooove! I'm clicking like a mad woman over here)
1 thing tooth floss
1 Marley earbuds
1 large Mophie portable iPhone / iPad charger with cord
15 back pills
10 Tylenol
10 bandaids
1 wallet with credit, bank, insurance, health cards and euros

Yeah. I know. It's intense and while it sounds like a lot, it fits in my normal-lady-sized purse and a tiny little carry on.

For reference, here is the bag as the internet showcases it. I'm in love with it.

Now, who care about all of that! I'M IN AMSTERDAM, YOU GUYS,

I am going to have so much to say tomorrow when I'm not super-tired, because I'm already super-impressed with the people and ooooooh man, with the place I'm staying. It appears to be amazing.

I'm just going to highlight a few things from the last few hours, and come back with a full download tomorrow, cool? Cool.

The three people who I asked for help from at the airport (yeah, I got a little confused...) were so helpful, and actually gave me way for info (and smiles) than I was expecting.
One of the guys who I asked a question to at an information booth, when I said, "How are you doing today." replied, "Well, I could be doing better." but in such a genuine, almost non-complainy way, it was endearing. I said that was no good, and he basically said yeah, but what'r'ya gonna do. It was real. I dug it.
The place I'm staying is sooooo beautiful, and you guys, the fridge and kitchen are fully stocked and free for everyone to use! Yeah! So when I got all checked-in, spread all my suitcase contents about (just a few things that lead to another few things), I made a sandwich. There is a selection of literally 15 fresh cheese to choose from, about 6 cold cut selections, and a bunch of what appear to be hummus'. I took some delicious cheese and put it on a piece of bread that rivalled my head in terms of size, and then took what I think was turkey, and put it on the other side. They were all in such organized containers in the fridge, I didn't want to just chuck it back in there, so I took the time to put them back in there the way they were. People who organize their cheese are my kind of people! And then I spread what I think was hummus on one side of the sandwich because it needed some moisture. It was in Dutch, and I am not, soooo, for all I know it could have been cat food! If cats get to eat that well, count me in, it was delicious!

Okay, I'll leave you with three pictures that will likely depict how the next four and half days are going to here in Amsterdam.

Tomorrow will be a true adventure, because I have done very little research on Amsterdam, on purpose, but have a great list of things to do from a friend of mine who has the best name ever, which I will not repeat here, but it's cool and so is she!

That's just piles and piles of chocolate for purchase! At the airport! Uhhhh, I'm in trouble.

Ate it. It's gone. After-leaving-shelf-life = none minutes!

Night folks, back tomorrow with some more fun to share, at least that's the plan!

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I've Never Felt More Clueless, and it Feels Amazing!

October 8, 2015

You guys, I really don't speak Dutch!

Like, some people don't speak Dutch, but I reeeeally don't speak Dutch! lol

As the title says, this is the most clueless I have ever felt (well, in a long time), and boy is it freeing. It's also frustrating, but freeing appears to be taking over in the emotion department, thank goodness.

The frustration stems from not wanting to feel dumb, which I think most people can relate to. However, feeling dumb is only the feeling of dumb if you perceive it that way (what'up, Oprah!). I don't want to know the world around me when I travel, I want to get to know it. I don't want the experiences I've had, the things I know, I want the experiences I haven't had, and the things that I don't know.

It's not about knowing the answers, it's about observing the answers. You see how and learn why people other than yourself operate the way they do.

It's a big world folks, there's no way we can all be right. We're right within the boundaries of our lessons and our experiences to date, but not necessarily in the grand scheme of the world and cultures other than our own.

In other words, I'm open to random.

Enter, Europe. Enter more pointedly, Amsterdam.

From the second I got off the plane, I just had no clue. As I walked around, pleased to see many English signs, it became clear that none of them said " train". I'd paid for a train ticket back home, both there and back from the Amsterdam Central Station, and I just wanted to find the train. I looked and looked, and nope. No train.

Finally I asked a man who looked amazing is his airport attire (he worked there, it wasn't just some random dressed up dude at the airport!). He wore a hat like a train conductor, and he has a big smile on his face. I said hello, he gather that I wasn't going to be tossing Dutch in his direction, so he asked me what he could do to help, in English. Wonderful!

He gave me a bunch of great directions, and took them, and I was still without a clue. Fine. Breathe it out for a moment, turn around like a cat with a ball of wool being dangled above its head a couple of times, and stopped. I found another man in a fancy pants hat. He was even more pleasant than the first. I asked where I'm likely to find the train, and he pointed right behind us, maybe ten feet. After we exchanged a laugh about me being a tourist without a clue, I carried on my way down the slope thing into the underground.

The train showed up immediately, I got on, as did two very obnoxious women who watched YouTube and swore like lady-truckers, loudly in a silent train, for 20 minutes. Was summoning my Bad Boys II "wooosaw" training at that moment. I could tell many others were as well.

Finally I arrived, after jumping in a taxi for a quick ride, and I'd arrived at the beautiful, wonderful, fully-stocked apartment.

I'm not sure there is a better feeling when travelling than arriving safely at your destination, with a comfy bed waiting, and a foreign chocolate bar in hand, which turned very quickly to in mouth!

Moving on, let's talk about today. What a day!

I went to bed very late, and got up at 11:30am today. Yes, that's late, but not if you didn't fall asleep until after 5am. I just could not stop thinking. I really have to get into meditation, I hear it does wonders!

I set out on my day, have no idea where I was going, but with a city map that I downloaded on my phone, and a direction pointed out to me by the woman who helped me settle in last night. I headed that way, have been walking around for hours, and this is what I saw.

Come on, with this first one! Stunning.

Sign on a bench. If I wasn't already clear that I was in Amsterdam...

This is a tiny little treat that I got from the above, non-maryjane selling, bakery. It was a little lemony, with layers of cake and then some weird crispy cookie but not a cookie not a cake thing at the bottom. It was delicious.

Plus that snack bag knows who it is and ain't changing for nobody!

Gigantic elephants painted randomely, though I'm guessing not so randomly to the artist(s).

Beautiful type.

This is the houseboat museum. I stood outside of it for a while, eating ice cream (wait for it), and decided that I didn't want to go into some random persons houseboat until I really understood what was involved. You know, wanted to make sure that murder wasn't on the menu!

I shall look it up tonight, and see what it's all about.

Ice creeeeeam! I got the flavour called "white chocolate", and one scoop was just perfect. And only 1.5€! Compared to everything else, it was a steal!

Then I sat in some hybrid hipster nightmare and had a tea that I paid 2.5€ for and turns out it was hot water with two slices of orange and a piece of ginger at the bottom. It was pretty good, and the environment was nice, so I hung out for a while.

Then chocolate happened. A lot.

You guys know I don't love chocolate when it's just a bar o' chocolate, so that must mean these were delicious because I bought six!

Don't worry, I'm bring them home to share... ish.

These are the ones I bought. Yes I know there are only five and I said six above. Nooooo I didn't eat one already. I bought two of the one on the right because it's crazy good!

Can we also have a moment for the lovely packaging?

This was a store called Kitsch Kitchen, and all I could think was, "Just call it Kitschen! Man alive, it makes way more sense!", and then I realized I have no clue about anything Amsterdamian, so I made my brain stop being a jerk.

It's very cool in there, so much colour!

Plus I found these in a very adorable, eclectic shop along one of the bajillion little streets. How fun!?

Some very valid points are brought up here, hahaha.

After a few hours of walking about, my angry feet and I made a mutual decision to jump on a canal boat tour! The first day of the places I visit is always a bit of a scouting day, going around, seeing what it's all about, whether I feel comfortable walking everywhere or whether I want to get some form of transit pass, and seeing / hearing about places and things I might want to do. That was today, absolutely.

Here are some pictures from the canal boat, some very fun stuff!

Word on the boat is that there's somewhat of a housing crisis in Amsterdam, so people have taken to joining others and just up buying a house boat. I couldn't get that many non-blurry pictures, so here's just an example of an old-ish one.

A building built / completed in 2012, I forget for what, but is very cool.

Not a boat, a building called Nemo!

Apparently this is where Rembrant lived!

It's cold here, you guys! As the sun went down, I got pretty chilling. I was glad to be wearing my dress with the pockets, that's for sure. I may have to buy a jacket tomorrow. It may be necessary, because Berlin is also going to be cold, colder than here, and one day I'm there is calling for snow. Yeah. Snow.

And now dinner, where I am currently sitting and typing this post. I waliked by a very interesting place early in the evening, and took a picture of the sign to make sure I found it online and went back. After the canal cruise, the freezing, and the newly-developed hungry stomach growls, I thought to myself, "Why wait?", and I made my way down a street that I thought maybe I had found it on. Turns out I had, and I'm here!

Dude at the front was less than pleased when I walked in and asked for a table for one. It wasn't the one part, but the fact that I assumed they would have a table without a reservation. Turns out, this place is suuuuuper-popular, as evidenced by the absolutely full house tonight.

This place is wonderful. There's no way I'm cool enough to be in here, but here I am! lol

I had the rib eye, with a mix of potatoey goodness, and then something called Colita Dolce De Leche for dessert, and I almost can't even talk about it because it was so friggin' delicious! I'm not usually a fan of a pudding consistency, but man-a-live. I'd eat this stuff all day. It would be one day because I would die from sugar intake immediately after that 24 hour period, but you know, would be worth it!

No name outside at all. Baller move guys, baller move!

And now, after the bill eventually arrives, I'll jump in a taxi and make my way back to the apartment. Then the relaxing and loose planning for tomorrow happens, and probably some random cat food sandwich from the fridge for a midnight treat, lol.

Night folks! Back tomorrow with some new adventures!

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I Bought a Lot of Chocolate Today, and Yes, Enough That It's the Title Of This Post

October 9, 2015

Let me explain. What's to explain, people. I like chocolate. Except, this chocolate is for people back home. I came across a Marks & Spencer's, and boy did I buy too many things made of chocolate. Mint chocolate, orange chocolate, white chocolate and honeycombed chocolate. Then I saw a cool little shop and they had weird looking chocolate bars that weighed a ton (that'll be good for shipping costs back home, good thinking, Hayley!)

Also, remember Bubble Tape and how they don't make it anymore? Boy did I find something hilarious! That's Cola flavoured "Bubble 'n Roll", which if I'm not mistaken, is pretty damn similar to Bubble Tape, at least in concept. That's being shipped back too, so if you're one of the lucky ones, you too can destroy yourself with "food" in the form of tape! Meh, you know it'll only last 30 seconds anyway.

In addition, there's literally a pile of chocolate bars and chocolate-adjacent items to be wrapped and shipped that is 18 layers high. Yes, 18. That includes the 6 I bought yesterday, so caaaalm doooown! lol

Go big or go home, you guys! Oh, and I bought four little mini, and I mean mini, glass Nutella jars. Just adorable!

Other than that, today was a day of many things, a plethora of things, one might say (and yes, I'm pulling that word not only from the English language, but from Jamal in Sister Act II, you're welcome!).

It started with a cat food sandwich (today it was some form of walnut and red pepper spread, quite different but delicious), which I took with me as I walked to the Van Gogh museum. That walk, though it seemed close, was not at all close. I think I walked for 30-40 minutes, but that was fine because there was a delicious bakery on the way where I bought this!

I'm not even sure what was in it! All I know is that once I got to the museum, I had a few minutes before my pre-booked timeslot, and sat in the park eating it. It was an eclair, I think we can all agree, the pastry was flakey, unlike a usual eclair. The cream inside was sooooo fluffy, and the topping had a very slight coffee taste. While I don't love a cup of actual coffee, the smell and slight hint at the taste is pretty great. Also, no sugar stomach ache after! That either means it was made of super-natural ingredients, or that it was made of super-fake ingredients that my stomach couldn't even register as food. Fingers crossed for the first one!

From there it was Van Gogh museum time! I'd seen his huge line of people and thought that it might be where I was to go. Then I saw a small line, and went to that one instead. Already armed with my ticket on my cell, I apparently chose the right line, because they let me right in! They don't let you take too many pictures there, and none inside the museum, for pretty good reason, so here's what the outside and inner lobby look like.

It was a indepth museum, Van Gogh and Edvard Munch were compared a lot, side by side and throughout some of the other rooms in the museum. I like Van Gogh better, felt like he had more personality in his work. Plus Van Gogh's life story is much more intriguing, and pretty devastating, since he's now known as one of the most brilliant artists ever, and had such a tragic life, with only ten years of creating his work before he shot himself. Plus his ear was cut off, which he is also quite famous for.

Then I bought two very fun things! There's of course a whole store of everything anyone could ever imagine with a Van Gogh print of some description on it. You name it, they had it. I didn't want any of those things, I've had enough plastic mouse pads in my day, thanks very much!

I bought these two very fun little ceramic vase-like things! They're pretty tiny, the largest of the two being about 6" tall.

Looooove them!

From there, I walked, and walked, and walked and got lost, and walked lost, and got found and then lost again. Here are some things I saw in my losty foundy moments.

The boat tour yesterday explained that some homes still have these old-school symbols or little pictures on the homes because back on the day houses didn't have numbers, so you would just say, "Mine is the house with the boat on the water with trees."

What-a-nightmare it must have been to find a damn house back then! Like, were the boat tiles in some kind of order? You'd spend months just traipsing up and down the streets looking for the damn boat!

here is sooooooo much cheese here in Amsterdam, even more than in Paris. It makes for interesting nose moments, but also for interesting mouth moments!

I could have stated that a little less oddly, but oh well!

The parents were just like, "Yeah, cool, cool, cool, go for it, feed those birds from a foreign land, nothing to worry about here kids!"

I should also note that I made the choice to walk through the Red Light Disctict today. I don't know what I was expecting, but it was pretty dark. And I don't mean the light, I mean the mood. It was just... I don't know, a little sad maybe? Maybe it's different at night when there are more people, less "daytime viewers", but it felt unsettling to me.

And booooy was there weed being smoked, wowzers! You could smell it a mile away, and then when I walked by a bar that was fully dedicated to it, man-a-live it was like bathing in a pot cloud!

From there I went and had a simple chicken and French fry dinner, wasn't into being out too late tonight, so went back "home" and have been relaxing. How it's already 1:15am I have no idea!

Tomorrow's task will be finding out how I ship stuff, and going to the Anne Frank House. It's got a constant line around the corner about 100 people long, and all of the online tickets are sold out, so that'll be a big chunk out of the day.

Nighty McNighterson, folks. Until tomorrow!

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Postkantoor, Foodiness, and the Anne Frank Huis

October 10, 2015

Well, today started with an interaction with a hilarious man. He didn't mean to be, but he was. The guy who runs the AirBNB location that I'm staying (there are four rooms within the one apartment / home, was kind enough to help me find a post office today. I found them on my own, Google is a genius, but I couldn't access any of their phone numbers, it would just say no when I called.

The challenge is that some are just drop off locations for packages, and some sell the boxes, etc. but nothing online says which is which. I asked him if he new offhand, he didn't but he got his laptop out and sat with me until we found one, then he called and spoke to the man on the other end in Dutch, confirming that they did indeed have boxes too.

Hazaa!

The funny part is that he really was not having it today, was not in a fabulous mood, but admitted it, and actually asked me after we had found out what we needed, "Are you the type of person who likes to have a person be nice and help you, or do you like to just get to the task at hand?", and when I said that I think it's nice to be kind to people, he said, "Yeah, I just like to get things done."

I had to respect it! He helped me, saved me a ton of stress, and he was flat-out honest with who he is and how he likes things. I dug it!

Anyhow, I headed on my way, all purchases in hand, and walked my way over to the post office. It's kind of like having a post office in a Grand & Toy in Toronto (when they had stores). They sold office supplies, with a little side section for shipping. It took me a long time to figure out how to get all of the things into two tiny boxes. They didn't have the larger ones, sadly, so it became a fun puzzly challenge to make it all work!

There was no chance that the chocolates that Pops and Edgar love would fit into the box, so, sorry guys, those aren't making their way back (the M&S round ones with the cookie in the middle), but look at how damned efficiently packed the two boxes I just sent are! Like, I'm pretty proud! The one on the right is my favourite. Meant-to-be!

Now I'm sitting in a restaurant called Mazzo, and it's pretty cool! The food is yet to come, but I ordered bruschetta and a Caesar salad. Can't wait! Here's what the place looks like, and the food, because I'll have taken pictures and uploaded them to my iPad before I post this later tonight.

From there, I walked toward a store that a woman had mentioned to me when I asked what shoe size her store had. It was not a store that would have my size. She did, however, give me a card to a partner store that was called... wait for it... Big Shoe. It was just called Big Shoe, you guys. Today was the day that I went, and they didn't have my size! They just sold out so it's not like it never existed, but it would have been so great. Though, the shoes ranged from 180€ to 1050€, both of which seem crazy, but the later of which is absolutely absurd!

Then I walked toward the tourist office to book a big trip for tomorrow. Sure, in comparison to the trip I'm on, a 6.5 hour tour of the norther part of Amsterdam, seeing real windmills and go to a clog making place, doesn't seem that huge! But we take a bus out to the country, get to see the real windmills, with a real tour guide (not just a pair of headphones), then go to a cheese tasting, a Holland museum, and the clog place. I'm very excited about it. I realized very quickly yesterday that the busy downtown streets of Amsterdam aren't my favourite part of Amsterdam, and am looking forward to seeing something new tomorrow.

After sorting all of that out, I decided that since my last day is Monday, and I have to be at the airport for 1pm, that day is a slight write-off because I'll have to leave the house at 11am to get to the post office and then, of course, the airport. Because of that I really wanted to go and see Anne Frank's House today. The line up was 1 hour and 15 minutes, but we finally got in. In the line I was chatting with two lovely ladies from Cologne, Germany, and it made the time fly by a bit faster.

You're not allowed to take pictures in the house, because everything is so fragile and because... respect, but we got to see the bookcase that acted as a door to the people in hiding, as well as real sections of walls where Anne Frank had posted some of her favourites movie stars and posters. Her diary was actually there, in a case, for us to take a look at. I don't know why I was surprised, it is the house that she wrote it in, but I'd heard so much about it, it just seemed so surreal to actually see it.

The stairs we walked up to get to different floors got more and more steep, where the rise far outweighed the run, and you had to walk sideways to get up them. There were a lot of things that I found touching, of course, and many that were very sad. They play a lot of video interviews in certain parts of the house through the home, and it brought it to life quite a bit.

I bought myself a copy of an English version of her diary, and it comes in a beautiful fabric and heavy card sleeve that resembles the plaid pattern on the outside of her original diary.

After that I thought I would walk home, it was getting a it dark, and grab something from the substantial grocery store that I'd yet to be in, that I see each day when I walk into town.

I actually ended up walking by a restraurant before that, which seemed to have a very cool vibe about it. I asked if they had a table, and they said they were fully booked, but that I could sit on the patio. Usually a great idea, but it was / is a very cool night. Thankfully the had heaters that work quite impressive, so I sat outside.

I ordered the delicious ribs of some sort as an appetizer, and then the cod for my main. The cod was odd (teehee), it was very tart, well, the sauce with it. I think everything but the fish was picked, and I feel like I ate an odd fish part as part of the side that came with it, because it was very dense and... it, I just don't want to eat it again.

Then it was home time. I didn't even remember to take a picture of the outside because it was so chilly, but it was really good!

Finally I made it to the store on the way home, and look what I found!

Peanut Butter Oreos! I bought three packs, two to send home, one to try. I ate three cookies and decided that I didn't like them. Some may, so I'll still send them back and see what people think!

Here are some random shots from today, and I'm headed to bed. I'll be back tomorrow with what I hope are tales of adventure and windmilliness!

It looked like there was some focused light behind the bridge. I just couldn't stop staring!

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Windmills, Americans and Wooden Shoes

October 11, 2015

Well, today was my last full day in Amsterdam, and I'm headed to Berlin tomorrow.

I decided, as I mentioned last night, that I would take a 6.5 hour tour up to a little town outside of Amsterdam. It's called Volendam, and they have windmills, an old Dutch museum, a cheese factory and a wooden shoe making place, all of which we saw today.

First we met at 11:30am at a specific stop all the way across the city. I managed to make it over there on time by some miracle, and walked with half the group across a few streets to the coach bus. The other half followed later, I guess it's a good way to not have 100 people trying to cross multiple busy Amsterdam streets at once.

I got to sit on my own, which gave me a lot of leg room, which, you know, awesome! The drive was about 40 minutes outside of Amsterdam, and we finally got to see some windmills, in the very cold and very windy weather.

There we a ton of them, all over the place when we got a tour inside. There were so many people, there were no real opportunities to take good pictures. The picture above shows the tools, turny bits.

We got back on the bus and headed to a little village and visited a cheese factory! It was pretty great, we got a demonstration from a lovely woman, and then I bought soooooo much cheese. The second they said it didn't need to be refrigerated for weeks and weeks, I knew I was getting some to send home. Holland cheese coming your way, Canada!

Here's a picture of the cheese places squish-the-cheese machine. I think we all know that that is not the technical name for it.

Three lovely American women took me under their wing, and we hung out for the day. They were in their 60s, and were a blast. The saved me a seat at the cheese tasting, and then again as we headed out across the water on a big boat for tourists, to take us to another adorable little picturesque town, where we would learn how to make wooden shoes (also known as clogs, but the guy making them called them wooden shoes, so I'm sticking with him).

This looks like a fake town from a fairytale, or a miniature village!

I bought wooden shoes! They're juuuust about big enough to fit an ultrasound baby, but I now own wooden shoes!

Then we went and ate delicious fish and chips at a well-known place in the little town, and it was pretty good. What was even better were the mini pancakes that Holland is apparent known for. They are everywhere in Amsterdam, and in all of the little towns we went to today. Soooo good! Done worry, I didn't get to eat all of those, ha, just my little batch.

And then it was home time. I bought a few little nicnacks, one I love the bag for, and the other is just something fun.

Bit of a short post for today, but I'm pooped and I have to be up early to mail cheese home (rare sentence spoken) and then head to the airport. Berlin tomorrow, and I can't wait!

Toddles for now, aiming to be back to tomorrow with some Germanness about me!

PS. Here are some pictures of the place I stayed in, in Amsterdam. I loved it! If you ever go, let me know and I will let you know the address.