The weekend after our glorious trek through Tuscany, I flew up to Amsterdam to meet up with two of my good friends from High School who are also abroad, Charlotte and Hillary. I arrived in Amsterdam a little later than I planned thanks to a missed flight back in Milan (note to self: if you need to be up at 4 to get to the airport, do not go out the night before and take a “nap” at 2 am planning to get up in 2 hours. It will not work.) So I finally got to Amsterdam around 4 pm and the train took double the time it should have to get from the airport to the city, so my day in Amsterdam didn’t start until 5. Immediately after I got lost trying to find my hostel (Amsterdam is confusing) and didn’t get there until 6. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sightseeing in that day. The only productive thing I did was go on a bar crawl with Charlotte and Hillary through the Red Light District (which our hostel was in the heart of). Most of the night we acted like dirty, eurotrash hipsters thanks to the thick black frames I brought with me from Milan:
Can you feel the unbridled disdain?
Outside of one of the bars we went to there was a lamentation of Swans swimming by in the Canal. It was pretty awesome.
The next day was our big sightseeing day in the city; we walked around everywhere, saw this awesome church:
Went to the Heineken Brewery:
One big Ad for Heineken
Heineken: Drink it.
Prost!
Saw the famous I Amsterdam sign right by the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum,
Rijksmuseum
Went to the Van Gogh museum,
No pictures inside
Saw some delicious looking cake:
Amsterdam is so liberal
And finally, went to the Anne Frank House (which made me incredibly depressed/want to read The Diary once more)
All that sightseeing took a ton out of us, so we went and relaxed at a coffeeshop for a bit
The Dampkring
And then headed to grab dinner at an Indonesian place suggested by Rick Steves (forgot the name). The food was great, and afterwards we went back to the hostel and passed out from sheer exhaustion, planning on doing a bit more sightseeing the next day before our respective flights/trains left the city. The only things we did were get delectable pancakes:
And take a city tour on a canal boat:
The Brother Houses
Cleveland!
"Dancing" Houses, because they are all leaning against each other/sinking in to the canal
Bed time
And so, thus ended our time in the freest city on the face of the planet, with some timeless memories forever embedded in to our skulls.
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