The air is cold and rainy, the chocolate is dark and the people friendly. Much like a second home, it's a place to recollect, relax and unravel.
There is a list of things to do, from visiting to Rijs Museam to the Anne Frank house to snapping photographs of the iconic iAmsterdam statue at the Museam Plaan and riding your bike down Vondel Park.
Yet, jet lagged, all I really feel like doing is flopping myself on the couch and flipping through foreign television programs. As a dutch semi-native, I find everything about Amsterdam incredibly comforting. In the morning, I visited my Oma and played a game or two of gin rummy, then made my way over to the Overtoom to visit my mother who is just back from Stockholm, Sweden. We drank tea, chatted and contemplated my impending journey to Delhi, India next week. My chore: to bring at least a dozen sarees home with me. Tomorrow though, my dad and I are taking the train to Berlin to go sightseeing and maybe drink one too many pints. I'd like to think of it as mental preparation. Spoiled? Most likely.
There is a list of things to do, from visiting to Rijs Museam to the Anne Frank house to snapping photographs of the iconic iAmsterdam statue at the Museam Plaan and riding your bike down Vondel Park.
Yet, jet lagged, all I really feel like doing is flopping myself on the couch and flipping through foreign television programs. As a dutch semi-native, I find everything about Amsterdam incredibly comforting. In the morning, I visited my Oma and played a game or two of gin rummy, then made my way over to the Overtoom to visit my mother who is just back from Stockholm, Sweden. We drank tea, chatted and contemplated my impending journey to Delhi, India next week. My chore: to bring at least a dozen sarees home with me. Tomorrow though, my dad and I are taking the train to Berlin to go sightseeing and maybe drink one too many pints. I'd like to think of it as mental preparation. Spoiled? Most likely.
I can't help but think of my trip to India, though. I had a nightmare in which our plane had severe flight complications. I was on a bus that was supposed to take me to the airport, but it was taking a tediously long route that would cause me to miss my fight. I decided to get off and call a taxi, but I couldn't find one. Then I frantically started running towards the bus, naked, without my luggage, passport or anything for that matter.
I woke up at 4AM and stared at the ceiling until the sun came up. I'm starting to think that I'm a little nervous. What if I get mugged? What if I get kidnapped? What if I get scammed? What if I get drugged? What if I don't have enough money? What if the people I meet aren't the people I think they are? What if I get Malaria? Or Typhoid? Or Polio? What if they don't accept my visa and I can't enter the country? What if I get raped?
I woke up at 4AM and stared at the ceiling until the sun came up. I'm starting to think that I'm a little nervous. What if I get mugged? What if I get kidnapped? What if I get scammed? What if I get drugged? What if I don't have enough money? What if the people I meet aren't the people I think they are? What if I get Malaria? Or Typhoid? Or Polio? What if they don't accept my visa and I can't enter the country? What if I get raped?
I'll just take everyone's advice..
"Everything will be fine. You'll have fun."
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