Herring, Spaarne, and De Adriaan, oh my!
My day trip to Haarlem influenced this playlist.
Tot ziens!
Introducing a compilation of tunes that capture the essence of this magnificent city in the desert. The playlist is…
Besides to think that Dutch was merely German’s clog wearing cousin would lead to some serious conversational faux pas. I could only get about three pages in on a flight from Los Angeles to Copenhagen; yet, somehow I was going to learn Dutch by osmosis. It was wishful thinking at best.
Amsterdam is beginning to open up like a flower when it’s caressed by the sun. As I’m trekking, the city is coming alive before my eyes. Shopkeepers greet each other in languages that are not Dutch, Vespas try to keep up with traffic, the tram, THE TRAM, suitcase wheels shaking their maracas, and me internally letting out a primal scream.
I’m here, but I’m not really here. I chose this borough or arrondissement due to its proximity to the Père Lachaise Cemetary. Yes, it’s a bit away from the postcard Paris, but that’s exactly why you need to be here.
Here’s to the start of this beautiful autumn season! Happy Autumnal Equinox!
Taking the escalator to the ground floor where the Schiphol train station resided, the platforms were littered with muttering passengers. I overheard a group of young women venting, and rolling their eyes in exasperation because they had been waiting 20 minutes for a train. At that moment, I knew that the days of the punctual Deutsche Bahn trains were over.