in Amsterdam
Jul. 28th, 2009 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guslI'm in Amsterdam, and was very happy to feel the bustling atmosphere again. Even Schiphol had this feeling. I thought they would be mostly tourists, but I've been hearing mostly Dutch on the street, and almost everyone I talk to speaks Dutch. (I thought all Dutch people moved to France this time of year) There's something endearingly familiar and comfortable I feel about Dutch people... it's like the feeling I get when I go to Recife, but an order of magnitude smaller.
In Schiphol, even after buying electrical adapters and stuff, I had time to kill, so I considered making friends with someone who had a Dutch rail discount card, but ultimately I went by myself.
I met with Terry and Chris outside our apartment... which has a massive anti-human front door. Terry and I went out for key-copying, and key pickup, and to buy strippenkaarten.
We entered the hologram shop at Oudemanhuispoort, and I showed him the second-hand books in the corridor by the Law School (he bought a book on general semantics; I made a bid on a Dutch edition of Gödel, Escher, Bach).
My other apartment is next to the Bulldog coffeeshop. It's pretty big and colorful, but very old, with tricky keys, and probably lacking in curtains. Definitely typical for the neighborhood.
Then we had chicken shoarma on the Haarlemmerstraat, which is different from anything I've been able to get in North America (more authentic?).
In Schiphol, even after buying electrical adapters and stuff, I had time to kill, so I considered making friends with someone who had a Dutch rail discount card, but ultimately I went by myself.
I met with Terry and Chris outside our apartment... which has a massive anti-human front door. Terry and I went out for key-copying, and key pickup, and to buy strippenkaarten.
We entered the hologram shop at Oudemanhuispoort, and I showed him the second-hand books in the corridor by the Law School (he bought a book on general semantics; I made a bid on a Dutch edition of Gödel, Escher, Bach).
My other apartment is next to the Bulldog coffeeshop. It's pretty big and colorful, but very old, with tricky keys, and probably lacking in curtains. Definitely typical for the neighborhood.
Then we had chicken shoarma on the Haarlemmerstraat, which is different from anything I've been able to get in North America (more authentic?).