Ahh... Amsterdam, it was the kind of city I could picture myself living in (after mastering Dutch I guess). My family stayed in an apartment in the Jordaan district, an area which was beyond beautiful. Picture street after street of picturesque old wooden houses facing the canals, beautiful Dutch people sitting at outdoor cafes, and of course, ancient-looking bikes chained to every available surface. It was all I could do to stop myself from taking a picture of every street!
Our first morning we were awoken by the early morning sounds of a flea market setting up across the street. Such an eclectic bunch of people and goods I have never seen. There were impeccably dressed women browsing bolts of fabric, girls in peasant skirts rifling through scarves, and tourists munching spring rolls (of all things!). I sat in our huge bay window for over an hour just sipping tea and watching everyone.
Later the first day as we were walking home from the supermarket, my family was stopped by a friendly French man. He invited us into his apartment where we proceeded to spend the next hour hearing his life story and admiring his immense collection of foreign beer and liquor. He had one impressive bottle that had a tiny music box inside which could be wound up to make a small dancer spin, we were suitably impressed.
I have already used the computer for longer than I should so I will end for now, there will be more about Amsterdam later and hopefully I will also have pictures soon.
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