Amsterdam June 1-7
We arrive in Amsterdam at 10pm and call Hanny, who we met on Ko Pha Ngan in Thailand and who invited us to stay with her if we came to Amsterdam. She picks us up and takes us to her lovely apartment and tells us to make sure we make ourselves at home, and she means it. It is lovely to have that homemy feeling we had at Jan and Jaimes again. We have been missing it a lot. The week in Amsterdam was wonderful, even though we hardly ventured into the city. It was refreshing, recharging and a wonderful place for Beck and I to spend the last days together before we travel separately for 3 months. If anything, it was the time together that was the best part of Amsterdam, even though most of it was spend indoors.
We slept in most days, recovering from 7 months travel and a hectic 5 days in Paris. 2 or 3 times we ventured out to see the city for a few hours, including a great fun night at an Amsterdam "cafe". Hanny is wonderful, taking us to pubs where she would normally have dinner or meet friends for drinks, and to brunch with another friend, a visit to Hollands oldest farm, a town where many of the stores have been converted to art galleries, like Berry in NSW, and to visit her parents, basically doing what she would be doing if we werent ther and bringing us along so we can see what a week in an Amsterdam persons life is like. Particularly she is glad that she doesnt have to play tour guide for us, that we are happy to look after ourselves and not have her hold our hand.
Beck and I are just glad to have this time together, to reconnect and build up the bank account of memories to get us through until we meet up again in San Francisco in September. Eventually our last day in Amsterdam comes. We go for a walk in a gorgeous park across the road from Hannys, finish packing and head to the train station. I am going to Belgium to visit a friend I met in Laos. Beck is going to Austria to visit Jackie, a friend from Australia who lives there now, before she heads to the USA. We have a long goodbye, both teary as the train pulls away, and I begin to count the days until she is in my eyes and my arms again.
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