Here we go, back in a plane and heading east once again. I got on the plane, I got off the plane and I am now at my hotel. The streets here are not paved with gold, they are paved with water. I’m in Amsterdam.
Another beautiful city with a look of its own. For most people, Amsterdam is a bike riding town. For a Bubba sized bike, it would take some time to get around. Amsterdam is also a great walking town. Moving too fast would mean missing the incredible views of all the unique Dutch architecture.
The people here are extremely tolerant and laid back. To show wealth is seen as a sin by some while sins here come with a different definition. Some of the houses here have funny red lights out in front. I’m not sure what that means.
It is also a city of culture. The Rijksmuseum can be a several day distraction. Many of “those paintings you only see in books” are located here.
The Night Watch by Rembrandt is here.
And this painting by Vermeer.
That is one cute Amsterdamian girl!
Rick liked the library.
WOW! I found the girl pouring the milk. How do you say, “Wanna party like a Dutch girl?”
Or how do you say, “Just kidding Millie my dear.”
After the museum, we went to a world famous sporting event. “The World Cup!” Well, sort of.
Amsterdam is one of those places where it is hard to take a bad picture. It is a supermodel of European cities; it always photographs well.
As much as I like Amsterdam, I’m on a semi strict time schedule. I must head east once more.
I’m tired of planes so the next step will be by train to…