"I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
You're never coming down
Are you getting somewhere?
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?"
- Amsterdam, by Guster
All packed. Ready to
go. On my way to The States. Almost.
When you’re traveling for business or need to get to your
destination, you look for the shortest flight with little or no layovers. When you have absolutely nowhere to be and
plenty of time to get there the strategy is bit different and I managed to
score eight hours of layover in Amsterdam.
It has been five years since I’ve been here and I forgot how much I
absolutely love the vibe of this city.
It’s all bicycles and kittens.
Seriously. I have the photos to
prove it. 
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| Lemme get this straight - I can live on a boat AND have a garden AND be a bike commuter? |
While on the street staring dumbfounded at a map, I met an
amazing traveler. Actually it was woman
who has managed to pull of the travelers dream by landing a job abroad. She too was on a layover, which was good for
me. Good because her layover was shorter
than mine and up until this point I had the thought that trying to explore
Amsterdam in eight hours may have been a bit crazy. But now that I found someone else with the
same plan, my stop seemed totally normal. We walked together back to the train
station and on to the airport. It was
time for my journey to come to an end and to board that flight to Detroit.
Much like going to Venice without riding a gondola or Nepal
without trekking, I leave Amsterdam without getting stoned. Life is to short for bothering with others’
expectations and interests. I am
comfortable with my own path.
- End, Chapter 5 of
my life -
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