4:43 AM, THE NETHERLANDS: Hanging out in this tiny hotel lobby with a sleepy eyed clerk at the desk. Drinking a 7-up, and eating Paprika flavored Lays and a candy bar named Lion. I just can’t sleep anymore tonight because of the time change. That ✈️ lag got me like…
Despite the junk I’m eating right now, I can’t begin to tell you how utterly amazing the food is here. It is beyond any comprehension of fresh you can imagine. Today I went to the “Marqdt” (grocery store) to buy stuff for a bed picnic this rainy evening.
It was a small urban type store (all of them are) and the food selection and freshness left us with dazzled moon glow eyes. I stopped at a Fromagerie (cheese shop) who made me a gorgeous sandwiche, and a bakers’ shop on the way back to the hotel. The baker’s assistant wanted to kill me because I wanted one of everything (no, seriously-one of everything.)
Needless to say I had a veritable feast sitting in bed watching King of Queens in incomprehensible Dutch (hilarious) while the rain dribbles down on the streets outside. The hotel room is ground level, facing the street and a canal just past it. This is both a blessing and curse. It’s convenient because I am able to pop outside quickly but the Dutch like to sing, and since the preferred mode of travel here bicycle, they tend to blithely pedal past all hours of the wee morning singing at top volume.
So far, Amsterdam is as quaint, charming and thoroughly European an one could imagine in their head. Crooked streets. Mind-blowing food. Just happy people everywhere you look zipping about their lives quite merrily.
I am ready to move here.