is really, as they say, "something else." The sex and drugs make it feel like my freshman dorm writ large, but the canals, the bicycles, the bridges... it's just amazingly beautiful.
Already finished my sightseeing for now (until the tour I mentioned in my last entry), so I've got a few hours to kill.
A few notes:
--Damn, this city is beautiful.
--The Anne Frank House is a very unassuming building on the outside (though it is scenically located right next to the stunning Westerkerk), but extremely powerful.
--The other museum I visited (I'll avoid detail to keep this "family-friendly," to preempt parental nagging) was, shall we say, very Amsterdam. More tacky than legitimately shocking, though that may say a lot about how desensitized I've gotten.
--It's hard to find souvenirs/gifts that seem genuinely thoughtful and not tacky. Maybe I should just resort to chocolate. For Nathan, however, I have picked out the bestest*, most special present a brother could possibly ask for, and I can only hope that he treasures it always.
--Dutch pancakes are tasty.
--No, seriously - damn, this city is beautiful.
*lest anyone attempt to question my grammatical skills, my usage of that non-word was ironic. It adds to the sarcasm.
1 comment:
Aww, how sweet of you.
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