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... you still are not safe from those bicycles. Great pub snack for dinner, than more exploring.
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Café de Sluyswacht an adorably wonky little house dating from 1695
The Rembrandt House Museum is a house in the Jodenbreestraat in Amsterdam not far from the new town hall, where Rembrandt lived and painted between 1639 and 1658. The house was built ...
... saw the 'iamsterdam' sign. Of course, we had to take the standard tourist photo. Even though it was raining there were still so many people around. Which was a bit of a shame since everyone was getting in the way.
The museum buildings looked so beautiful, I hope to go back and see the inside of them if I ever come back. Which I hope I do because Amsterdam is so pretty!
Our stomachs just happened to lure us towards a stall selling hot Dutch waffles. We got one ...
... There are lots of little cafes, well almost pubs really on the corners of the streets so settled for a sweet looking one, Sean had guinea fowl and I had Dutch beef, both very good, tender and tasty! Must say the veges are to die for, crisp and sweet! Walked back to the boat through the housing estates probably about a 5kn! Certainly saw the 2 extremes today from Anne Franks tiny hideaway home to absolutely humongous palatial building for the ...
... I was imagining Liam with this kind of disability and dreading it, especially with the discomfort he was in before touching down.
But no, he's fine and dandy. Meanwhile, if anyone is walking on my left hand side, I can't hear a syllable unless it is yelled. Greeeeeeeeeeat, I'll probably be half-deaf now until London!
It took seconds after landing for all 4 of us to feel calmed and in a decent order. We were off the plane in record time, ...
... normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px;">Back in fifth grade, I read Anne Frank's diary, and along with my parent's divorce and my move to the US, I sort of identified with her. Just like Anne felt trapped for years, so did I. I remember reading "I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free..." "The two of us looked out at the blue sky, the bare chestnut tree glistening ...