Our hostel in Amsterdam had this cute little courtyard...
...and then we were reminded it was a Christian Hostel. Oh the adventures.
Amsterdam has canals. Very different than those in Venice. But just as cool. I think more cities should be stupid and build right on top of water, because the canals just add something special.
Westkriek? I think? Some church.
We actually didn't see any tulips in bloom but we did see a lot of them for sale. So i took a picture of the bulbs.
Dam Square. Main center of the city.
I was amused by all of the business men riding their bikes to work. The Dutch love their bikes.
More Dam Square.
Entering the Anne Frank house. No pictures allowed inside so the before and after shots are all I have.
The Huis.
I have found a place to call home in dear old A'dam.
Vondel Park. I've decided that the only way to say the name of this place is with extra emphasis on the VONDEL. It just sounds better.
Haha. Uber-tourist in the giant wooden shoe. I should have been more creative with my posing, but by this point I was too tired think of anything else.
Laura found some shoes that were more her size.
Oh the irony of it all. Our hostel was in the Red Light District. Two signs next to each other, ''Shelter City: Christian Youth Hostel'' and ''Thai 'Massage'''...right. Oh and the prostitutes were right next to the Thai 'Massage' place. Just to complete the picture.
But our hostel was free of sin.
The Sexmuseum...not quite so free of sin.
Random Buddhist temple in Chinatown. Why not.
Final shot of the entire whirlwind adventure. Me and my one true (and now somewhat battered) love and savior, Mr. Rick Steves. THE END.
Our hostel in Amsterdam had this cute little courtyard...
Amsterdam has canals. Very different than those in Venice. But just as cool. I think more cities should be stupid and build right on top of water, because the canals just add something special.
Westkriek? I think? Some church.
We actually didn't see any tulips in bloom but we did see a lot of them for sale. So i took a picture of the bulbs.
Dam Square. Main center of the city.
I was amused by all of the business men riding their bikes to work. The Dutch love their bikes.
More Dam Square.
Entering the Anne Frank house. No pictures allowed inside so the before and after shots are all I have.
The Huis.
I have found a place to call home in dear old A'dam.
Vondel Park. I've decided that the only way to say the name of this place is with extra emphasis on the VONDEL. It just sounds better.
Haha. Uber-tourist in the giant wooden shoe. I should have been more creative with my posing, but by this point I was too tired think of anything else.
Laura found some shoes that were more her size.
Oh the irony of it all. Our hostel was in the Red Light District. Two signs next to each other, ''Shelter City: Christian Youth Hostel'' and ''Thai 'Massage'''...right. Oh and the prostitutes were right next to the Thai 'Massage' place. Just to complete the picture.
But our hostel was free of sin.
The Sexmuseum...not quite so free of sin.
Random Buddhist temple in Chinatown. Why not.
Final shot of the entire whirlwind adventure. Me and my one true (and now somewhat battered) love and savior, Mr. Rick Steves. THE END.
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