I waited for this trip a long time, lack of opportunity, lack of company, lack of time? But then the right time comes, (as always for anything in life) and there you are, sitting in the Thalys heading for a weekend in Amsterdam.
I cannot write a common post about Amsterdam cause Amsterdam is like an impressionist painting. You make an open composition with a couple of brushstrokes in order to get the movement, the crucial element of human perception and experience. Here you have some brushstrokes…
• Netherlands sounds like something out of a fantasy novel. And it is indeed the scenary of a fantasy novel.
• Casual people. Not studied casual, but straight ahead 'I think I'll go without shoes today' casual.
• Language sounds like German being spoken underwater.
• Crafted - everything - staircases, water glasses, window shade pulleys, laptop stands - crafted, and crafted well.
• Water everywhere. Canals, bridges and nice houses 1,80 metres length.
• Red Light District. Girls in underwear to the left and to the right (feel safer looking ahead). Hate the look of the guys, like being in the best supermarket ever.
• Contradiction. Hate prostitution but they get more money in one day the monthly minimum wage, they have central heating and guess it is not that boring. Wish there was a supermarket of men to get an idea of what it feels like. It is a pity that no man can stand a full-time working day (yeah, you cannot pretend that erection..)
• Smell pot everywhere. In every corner you get whether the best pot smell, or the nastiest dirty weed ever. And coffees in a coffee shop.
• Flower market full of bulbs and grow-your-own-dope kits.
• Bicycles everywhere. One million for a population of 800.000. And boats. Want one house-boat.
• A sculpture of a hand-touching-a-brest-and-a-half at the feet of the main church of Amsterdam, which is just in front of the Red Light District. Are the Church and the Sin still so closed?
• Recipes. Discussions about whether it is better raw, boiled... but in the oven??? A lot of discoveries…
• Wok. The best wok ever, made by a Spaniard and his Thai girlfriend. Next thing in my list to thing that I have to learn to prepare.
• The flying pig: a crazy hostel with crazy people. Love that I still enjoy that kind of things and situations, I am not that old yet ;)
• Aurora’s awesome tour on a Sunday morning. It rained for 4h, but it worthed it. Amsterdam does look different now for me.
And then coming back to Paris with a lot of new thoughts in my head. Is spirituality a motion that runs against reality, or is it an intense experience of reality? I feel contradiction, the more and more contradiction
Gracias Cris por este finde. Definitivamente nunca hubiera tenido mejor ocasión ni mejor compañía.
I cannot write a common post about Amsterdam cause Amsterdam is like an impressionist painting. You make an open composition with a couple of brushstrokes in order to get the movement, the crucial element of human perception and experience. Here you have some brushstrokes…
• Netherlands sounds like something out of a fantasy novel. And it is indeed the scenary of a fantasy novel.
• Casual people. Not studied casual, but straight ahead 'I think I'll go without shoes today' casual.
• Language sounds like German being spoken underwater.
• Crafted - everything - staircases, water glasses, window shade pulleys, laptop stands - crafted, and crafted well.
• Water everywhere. Canals, bridges and nice houses 1,80 metres length.
• Red Light District. Girls in underwear to the left and to the right (feel safer looking ahead). Hate the look of the guys, like being in the best supermarket ever.
• Contradiction. Hate prostitution but they get more money in one day the monthly minimum wage, they have central heating and guess it is not that boring. Wish there was a supermarket of men to get an idea of what it feels like. It is a pity that no man can stand a full-time working day (yeah, you cannot pretend that erection..)
• Smell pot everywhere. In every corner you get whether the best pot smell, or the nastiest dirty weed ever. And coffees in a coffee shop.
• Flower market full of bulbs and grow-your-own-dope kits.
• Bicycles everywhere. One million for a population of 800.000. And boats. Want one house-boat.
• A sculpture of a hand-touching-a-brest-and-a-half at the feet of the main church of Amsterdam, which is just in front of the Red Light District. Are the Church and the Sin still so closed?
• Recipes. Discussions about whether it is better raw, boiled... but in the oven??? A lot of discoveries…
• Wok. The best wok ever, made by a Spaniard and his Thai girlfriend. Next thing in my list to thing that I have to learn to prepare.
• The flying pig: a crazy hostel with crazy people. Love that I still enjoy that kind of things and situations, I am not that old yet ;)
• Aurora’s awesome tour on a Sunday morning. It rained for 4h, but it worthed it. Amsterdam does look different now for me.
And then coming back to Paris with a lot of new thoughts in my head. Is spirituality a motion that runs against reality, or is it an intense experience of reality? I feel contradiction, the more and more contradiction
Gracias Cris por este finde. Definitivamente nunca hubiera tenido mejor ocasión ni mejor compañía.
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