Amsterdam broke the curse.
For about two years, every weekend that we had spent away from home had been wet. Berlin? Rainy. Istanbul? Rainy. Stockholm? Rainy. Barcelona? It had not rained but that weekend must have seen the coldest Catalan April in decades.
Bjørn and I had joked that Amsterdam would - inevitably - be wet and we did throw a yellow umbrella in the suitcase.
Mr Dutch Weather had other plans for us: An impossibly sunny city with the sunshine squeezing in the narrow streets as the world's most charming bicycles marched in Amsterdam as if greeting the Spring.
We rode bicycles and every time we stopped to take a photo we had the same happy reaction: What a fantastic day and isn't this a cool city?
This photo could probably only be taken in Holland! Bjørn had found a brewery that operates underneath this windmill. We then walked to café near by and they were so into their business that when Bjørn (who rarely complains about anything) mentioned that the expresso was "a bit cold" was faced with horrified Dutch barista that insisted - as if he had committed a crime - that the coffee was on the House).
Am of course, how to miss the popular "I amsterdam" sign?
. . . or the spectacular museum? (We shall be back).
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| Bjørn is Amsterdaming. |
The city has done a huge investment in art and this is part of the cluster of museums that you can visit.
And of course friends: here I am with my friend Marjon who I have known since I was 19! And this is lovely Nikki. Bjørn and Tim (el papá de Nikki) finally met!
