Amsterdam

 

When I say Amsterdam, what do you think of?

If you're my age, you think of legalized pot and the Red Light District. If you are my grandparents', you think of tulips

and canals.

Well this city contains all those things, and everything in between. And bikes. Lots of bikes.

So sit right down and I'll tell you a tale of the most rockenest city in the Lowlands.

When I stepped off the train and out the doors of Amsterdam's Centraal Station,

 

 

it was no word of a lie to say that I stepped into the biggest party I've ever attended.

 

I don't smoke grass

or indulge in the consumption of hallucinogenic fungus, nor was I very interested in making the acquaintance of the lovely women in skimpy clothes winking at me from their windows,

but the atmosphere of everyone having a good time sure did rub off onto me. People who hang out in central Amsterdam love life, and I feel that I also gained the same appreciation while there.

All this culture is set in the middle of a medieval city, complete with canals, bajillions of bridges,

 

and bajajajajillions of narrow, gabled houses. Bizarre, but in an awesome way.

 

I had my share of problems during my trip, but everything that went wrong could not even begin to change my opinion of the city, which was just great in every sense of the word. Highly recommended to all.