Sadly, our time in Amsterdam has come to a close. That's okay though, because I am writing to you from Berlin!
Let's backtrack. Yesterday was our last day in de Nederlands. and it was truly wonderful. In the morning, we went to a little pancake house (one of the three thousand) to have breakfast. I got a Brini which is a thicker pancake, and Blair got a traditional thin Dutch pancake, just like a crepe! They were delicious and so filling. Take a look:
With full stomachs, we walked over to the Anne Frank Huis (house). We had tickets ahead of time, which was a lifesaver because if you don't get tickets beforehand, you wait in line starting at 3:30 and that line can wrap around the whole block! We walked right in though, and started our journey through her life and where she lived for two years. The museum did a great job of really telling her story thoroughly, as well as keeping the artifacts (like the wall where Otto marked Anne and Margot's height over the years--Anne grew a lot and Margot didn't) preserved and well presented. We even got to see the actual journal, and her other notebooks! She was such a beautiful, kind spirited person. The fact that this one singular story, that is similar to 6 million other stories, can change people's perceptions forever is astounding but also very satisfying. That's inspirational, and gives me a lot of hope.
After Anne's casa, we hopped on a canal cruise! One hour of sitting in a long, flat little boat listening to funny narration about the city in Dutch, German, and English was exactly what we needed.
Once that was done, we hung out in a neat cafe for a bit, then headed over to the airport. We hopped on our little EasyJet plane and two hours later got off in Berlin!!
Once we got to our hostel (took a little longer than expected... because Berlin is geographically much larger than Amsterdam) we refreshed and then headed out on a mission to see a jazz club play at a club called Edelweiss (yes, I had the Sound of Music song stuck in my head all night, thanks for asking). Only that was about 45 minutes away, and mind you it was already midnight, so we instead decided to just take a stroll (what else do you do in Berlin at midnight on a Tuesday??).
We happened upon this cool little bar that I couldn't even tell you the name of, and stayed for a few beers. It felt like a very local experience, because everyone there was definitely a resident (we heard lots of "unsts" and such). There was a group of friends in the back playing pool, which kept us entertained for quite a while. The aesthetic was pretty awesome too:
We were starving, but figured that, given it was Tuesday night at now 1:30 am, most people were out strolling like us, not working in a restaurant--but alas! Our trusty corner Kebob place was still open, and boy was it yummy.
If anyone has any requests for me to bring back any German chocolates, please send me no less than 100 Euro, and don't be surprised when most of your chocolate has bites out of it.
Let's backtrack. Yesterday was our last day in de Nederlands. and it was truly wonderful. In the morning, we went to a little pancake house (one of the three thousand) to have breakfast. I got a Brini which is a thicker pancake, and Blair got a traditional thin Dutch pancake, just like a crepe! They were delicious and so filling. Take a look:
With full stomachs, we walked over to the Anne Frank Huis (house). We had tickets ahead of time, which was a lifesaver because if you don't get tickets beforehand, you wait in line starting at 3:30 and that line can wrap around the whole block! We walked right in though, and started our journey through her life and where she lived for two years. The museum did a great job of really telling her story thoroughly, as well as keeping the artifacts (like the wall where Otto marked Anne and Margot's height over the years--Anne grew a lot and Margot didn't) preserved and well presented. We even got to see the actual journal, and her other notebooks! She was such a beautiful, kind spirited person. The fact that this one singular story, that is similar to 6 million other stories, can change people's perceptions forever is astounding but also very satisfying. That's inspirational, and gives me a lot of hope.
After Anne's casa, we hopped on a canal cruise! One hour of sitting in a long, flat little boat listening to funny narration about the city in Dutch, German, and English was exactly what we needed.
Once that was done, we hung out in a neat cafe for a bit, then headed over to the airport. We hopped on our little EasyJet plane and two hours later got off in Berlin!!
Once we got to our hostel (took a little longer than expected... because Berlin is geographically much larger than Amsterdam) we refreshed and then headed out on a mission to see a jazz club play at a club called Edelweiss (yes, I had the Sound of Music song stuck in my head all night, thanks for asking). Only that was about 45 minutes away, and mind you it was already midnight, so we instead decided to just take a stroll (what else do you do in Berlin at midnight on a Tuesday??).
We happened upon this cool little bar that I couldn't even tell you the name of, and stayed for a few beers. It felt like a very local experience, because everyone there was definitely a resident (we heard lots of "unsts" and such). There was a group of friends in the back playing pool, which kept us entertained for quite a while. The aesthetic was pretty awesome too:
We were starving, but figured that, given it was Tuesday night at now 1:30 am, most people were out strolling like us, not working in a restaurant--but alas! Our trusty corner Kebob place was still open, and boy was it yummy.
If anyone has any requests for me to bring back any German chocolates, please send me no less than 100 Euro, and don't be surprised when most of your chocolate has bites out of it.
Du bist eine zehr schöne mädchen, Beaskie.
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