So there I was July 29th in the Newark airport, 6 hrs before my flight after 3 delays and 3 changed flights I was about to embark to Amsterdam on continental airlines, graduation gift to myself. I was off to explore the great Europe on my own through a tour company for people around my age group and have a sampling of seven of Europe’s delicious cities. Refreshed for a new experience I boarded my continental flight and sat beside a blond haired gorgeous couple from Holland...they spoke about an ounce of English maybe less and were dressed trendy and had the typical look of Europeans. The couple was so in love, stealing kisses from each other, smiling uncontrollably and fell asleep cuddling and holding hands. I exchanged short one word conversations about the movies offered on the TV's on the seats in front of us and pondered of my experience to come. Too excited to sleep I watched 3 movies till we arrive in Amsterdam, where I was to find my tour group……
First Stop: Amsterdam, Holland
travels to: Amsterdam
Amsterdam...
the canals...
I Amsterdam sign...
Windmills...
Cheese...
Holland's Marina
Welcome to the city of free love, smoking and drinking. We stayed off the train stop known as Ho-cun-nuts, rough and strongly pronounced while laid on the outskirts of the city. Most people from Holland had light hair and eyes, very attractive people might I add. Rough tongues and surrounded by canals in the city’s streets. Bike riding is the norm and water taxi's to spend a relaxing afternoon, by nightfall are plenty of ways to spend your time, "coffee-shops" where friends gather to have "brownies" and smoke joints. Or you can wonder the Red Light District, pleasure center of Amsterdam. Women in bikinis or less stand behind glass doors spotlighted in red lights trying to lure men in to make a profit. While sex shops and other related places adorned the street of the Red light district. It’s the city of anything goes, unique in its own way. Filled with a number of pubs, clubs and bars, Some of my favorite includes a club/bar called Smokey’s and Prime right next to each other in the heart of a club area. This is where I heard for the first time “Papa Americano” great upbeat, European song. Holland is home to the hidden life of Anne Frank during the Holocaust and homes of the narrowest fronts. The countryside was made up of delicate windmills, cheese factories and clog making places which was typical of Holland, by the water was a quaint little town of shops and eateries, alike to their shores, boats adorned the marinas, docks of quaint ice cream huts and snacks.
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