It's our first weekend excursion and we are taken to Amsterdam. Being debriefed on 'Sin City' had us all believing that Amsterdam was strictly a place for pot and prostitution, which we found not to be true. (Sigh of relief for my parents) Not that they don't exist, but we were shown the more cultural aspect of Amsterdam. From the minute we arrived, it was museums, museums, and more museums. I won't bother naming them because I can't pronounce them, however, all centralized around the common theme of the people here which is pride in the Netherlands history. Everyone seems to be very aware of every era, trade, and political change of Amsterdam. Rightfully so, every building, painting, and statue had a religious fable attached to it. It could have been something as detailed as the clover trimmings on a building, or as blunt as a rooster statue.
Indeed, there were a lot of sights to be seen, all of which were crammed in a four street radius. It seems that every block you come across is just one canal from the other, but we were shown the various buildings alongside them, and their historical differences. Some belonged to merchants to have easy access to trade, others were newer, more modern buildings renovated between older ones.
Every tour guide told us how lucky we were to be out in the city on such a sunny day. So deceiving. The sun was definitely out, and there wasn't one cloud in that sky, but the temperature remained below 30s the entire time. There we were, all bundled up in our down coats, happy that the museum trail was over but fearing the death cold that was to come later that night. And just when we had given up hope, we were spoiled with a feast of Indonesian cuisine that I can proudly say changed my life. Dish after dish was put out for all of us we didn't know where to begin. It might have been the hunger talking, but that was the best meal of my life.
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