If you’re a follower who has forgotten who I am because I tend to post almost regularly for a month or whatever and then not at all --- Hi, I’m Mat. My bad.
If you’re wondering why I’m STILL uploading Europe stuff ... that would be because I suck at getting organized and, writing this means my trip is over and I’m NOT ACCEPTING IT WELL.
Anyway, back to Amsterdam.
Dunno if you’re a fan of flowers.
I don’t know how old you are, where you are from, if you identify as a male, female or think thats overrated and we should just be whoever the hell we want to be ---- flowers are gorgeous.
When I was a teen, I remember thinking “What’s the point? They’re just going to die and you’ll have to throw them away anyway” WRONG. If we think about everything in life that way then there really isn’t any point to doing much.
Things will be thrown out and new things will take it’s place.
You’ll meet your soulmates boyfriend.
It’s really all going to end --- but, we enjoy it anyway because sometimes those things that are limited or have an expiration date are beautiful and should be appreciated.
The rumors are trumers, assholes. Stroopwafels are everything.
(Excuse my dry AF hand, Europe was dry and my poor, weak body is used to the hot and humid weather of Taiwan now --- she has a hard time).
Didn’t hear much about them until I was on my way to Amsterdam (again, a city I barely knew a thing about because surprises are fun, right?) and someone told me to buy one. Bought a little mini pack in the supermarket and BOOM! My black and broken heart was mended back together with its warm, sweet and chewy self. Shall return for you, my dear.
There are a lot of bikes in Amsterdam and I find bike lanes scary.
I already get paranoid making sure I’m walking on the right side of a sidewalk and not being a total dick to everyone around me. On top of that, I don’t want to get ran over by cars --- and now I have to worry about getting hit by some idiot on a bike? .... fine.
It rained a bit while I was in the Netherlands. Guess it does that a lot.
Honestly, I enjoyed the atmosphere. Chilly, but so different.
I find Dutch the weirdest language. My friend language is English, my dad’s family speaks French and although I was never bothered to learn it, I’m Canadian so it’s familiar.
And I speak Chinese so ---- WHY DOES DUTCH SOUND THE WAY IT DOES?
Long story short, I did the research and I understand why now. I just thought it was so strange sometimes cause with the sounds mimicking English at times, I felt like I was supposed to get what was going on --- but didn’t.
Side Note: Dutch people are pretty. I was at a tram stop one night and some English lad asked me what “vertraagd” meant and I lied out my ass and said “oh yeah it means delayed, and the time next to it is when it’s expected”. After googling I realized I was actually right ---- but wait. DO I LOOK DUTCH? Such an unexpected compliment XD
Anyway, unless I find some random photo I want to post, this is finally the last of my trip in Europe.
I find it really difficult to sum up. I didn’t plan on taking this trip primarily alone but, the solitude was surprisingly inspirational. I was able to manage and still enjoy my time. I ate out, drank, laughed and awed. I met some incredible people, just by chance, and they will always have a place in my heart.
It’s way to much to ask but, I hope I can have the chance to explore there again.