Amsterdam is my favorite city..

I came out of the train station and saw the open air. Felt the breeze. Saw bicycles navigating the city. Heard chimes that were bicycle beeps. People walking.

I felt relaxed. It's contagious.

Paris is grand and elegant and ornate and crowded and touristy and the food is amazing especially the crepes. It was also fast-paced and overwhelming.

Amsterdam is relaxed, chill, open, with trees and shade and canals and no one's rushed and-bicycles! The feeling I got in San Francisco multiplied by four, with the architectural look of Belgium, ya know, a European-like feel.


I wandered in the park next to the Van Gogh Museum and people are laying on the finely-cut grass.

I walk like Truman does (heck I put the Anthem Part II on my iPod) dorky, right?

Kids playing, dogs walking, and down farther, people sitting by the fountain, taking photos of the "I Amsterdam" sign.

I walk up to a statue whose inscription I can't read because it's Dutch. Most people here speak English too. But amongst themselves, it's 100% Dutch.

At the train station I was kind of freaking out because all the signs were in Dutch. I though English would be more prevalent. I hadn't prepared phrases like I had for France and Germany. I was lost in a city with a weird language. And it was beautiful.

I walk to a spot on the grass and plop down. My head lay back and I gaze up at the blue sky. Topaz, even. The sun is intense, beaming it's golden rays on me, my layer of suntan lotion resisting. But Stone-Age people didn't need sunscreen, why do we? They didn't live long enough to develop problems. We're too healthy for our own good. Evolution (or randomness) needs to catch up. Give it a few thousand years..

For now, no worries. Except for excessive heat, haha.

Dorkiness Alert..
I look and hear the sounds and think about the alternate ending to Terminator 2. With Sarah at the park forty or whatever years later. How everyone got a second chance and didn't know it. I got up and it was like waking up. We get so used to things.

I told you it was dorky..
But I can't help where my mind goes, right? I'm just the messenger.


There are more bikes than cars in Amsterdam. There are more people than cars. And there is one person responsible for bringing me here. Her name is Anne Frank.