Friday, September 24, 2010

Mijn Vier Huisjes:

This cluster of four houses along the Rokin, in the center of Amsterdam, have become my favorite cluster of houses in the entire city. And the most interesting part about this statement is that, these houses are not houses at all; they once were, but they've now been absorbed into the University of Amsterdam, in some way. Which means that these houses no longer serve their original purpose as shelter for citizens, instead serving the city and its citizens at large. And though their program has changed, their sinuous gables have not. Proudly standing for all of the city for see, at the confluence of multiple highly trafficked streets and sidewalks, these four houses are four gems that together total one gem, in the center of this fine city.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Coffee & Jazz Sunday:

During this past lazy Sunday afternoon (love those)… I went and heard the lovely Roos Jonker–who will soon be my neighbor!–sing some of her lovely songs at the Coffee Company on Waterlooplein. While listening, I decided that I really love Dutch café culture, and coffee. Both positives, I imagine.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Back in the Land of Little:

I'm back in Amsterdam after 22 days in the US of A. What a strange place that country really is. I saw it with a whole new pair of eyes. I've leaned to see, here in Amsterdam–through very cultured lenses. But I am American, and the USA will always be where I'm from. Visiting family and friends was great. And it was super fun to show my Dutch man, my country. We arrived back in AMS on Sunday morning at 7:00. I stayed up all day (after missing Saturday night on the plane ride back to Europe.) And a friend was in town for business (as he comes to the city about four times a year for meetings, from the USA). So we roamed around the city for a few hours on Sunday, enjoying the terraces and the soaking up the sunlight seeping through the clouds, while sitting in Vondelpark... Before I stumbled home and (finally) went to bed. Sunday was a beautiful day in Amsterdam. I couldn't be more happy to be back. I could never imagine living anywhere else–right now, at least–than this tiny little village on the North Sea. While cycling this morning (in the rain), I was 'sprayed' with water from a puddle a car drove through. The water splashed/sprayed upwards, and into the cycling path (and onto me). Making me completely soaked. It's good to be back.