1st weekend adventure to Amsterdam

Almost exciting as getting a bike....


I FINALLY have a computer! And even better... My dad hand delivered it to me in Utrecht (No, he didn't come all the way to Europe to give me my computer but I am going to just go with that...)! But first, I must tell you about my weekend in Amsterdam.


This weekend Rachel and I left on Friday afternoon and took the train to Amsterdam. Thinking we had at least an hour train ride in front of us, we both bought some snacks for the train and were ready to sit back, relax, and enjoy the train, so to speak, only to pull up in Amsterdam Central Train Station about 25 minutes after we pulled out of Utrecht Central Train Station. So much for that relaxing train ride! Regardless, our weekend trip to Amsterdam had officially begun, and we had little time to waste as we were meeting up with our friends from school who are studying abroad in Paris. Without any convincing, we immediately became tourists in Amsterdam.... Lets just say it was a highlarious weekend.


We went to the Red Light District, the coffee shops (both coffee shops and coffee shops, if you know what I mean), the Van Gogh museum, the Anne Frank museum, the Reijks museum, and of course, a pancake house called "The Pancake Bakery". The Pancake Bakery was reccommended to me for both their pancakes and their omelettes and it was even better than I was told-- a must if you are intending to eat your way around Amsterdam, as we did. In fact, the candy man across from the Marriott probably deserves a shout-out since we visited his stand ever few hours; Thanks so much for getting us fat!!!!

one of the many delicious pancakes that we ordered at The Pancake Bakery. YUM.

The funny thing about being in Amsterdam was that there were bikes everywhere (obviously) but the girls I was with were coming from Paris, as I said, and found the bikes to be annoying/ they almost got run over or caused someone else to get run over multiple times. Regardless, while I did agree that the bikers speeding at us were unnecessarily in our way at times, I couldn't help but sympathize-- I AM ONE OF THOSE BIKERS! eeeeeeeeeek. Its like if you are a skier on a mountain where snowboarders think they have the right of the way... No one ever likes the snowboarders. Well, tourists in Amsterdam don't really like the bikers. Can I blame them? No. But still, I figured I should at least try to stand up for my fellow bikers!