It’s a laid back Sunday here in the Philippines and in the city where I live situated 5,000 feet above sea level, its cold, wet and really foggy. While sipping my really hot brewed-coffee and tuned-in at the Olympic Games I decided to finish my three-parts post about my trip to the Netherlands. I now realize that this blog site is now becoming more of my personal journal that I share with my friends. Years from now, I hope to go back to my blogs and reminisce. Like this one about Amsterdam yet again.
I still cannot get enough of this beautiful city. My visit to Amsterdam was rather refreshing. It was a contrast to the cold, end of winter experience in Paris and Brussels days before. Here, I find the people approachable and sincere. The night I arrived in Amsterdam, I was a bit lost but a very tall Dutch man approached me and inquired if he could help me. He was kind enough to walk me to my hotel.
The next day, as the sun finally shined for the first time in weeks that I was in Europe, I strolled along the scenic streets of Amsterdam. What long names these streets have, I thought. Most if not all ends with ‘strasse‘ which of course translates to ‘street’ in English. The people are friendly. I get to talk to people in stores, ticket booths and asked for direction with ease. Early morning here is wonderful. The sights and sounds are just simply, adorable.
Amsterdam is home to many museums. There is a museum practically for almost anything like Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum found at Dam Square.
Amsterdam’s weird awkwardness is astounding. Aside from the city’s impeccable beauty and vibrancy, these characteristics make Amsterdam one of the most popular destinations especially for younger people in the world. Its culture contrast but jive with the conservatism of the old folks and the liberalism of the new generation.
I was not really very interested in Amsterdam’s nightlife, in fact I slept it off despite my proximity to it when I was there. What fascinated me the most was how nature and people thrive in great harmony in this bustling life called Amsterdam. These are some of the few things that make me want to come back to Amsterdam: