Back from a weekend in Amsterdam with my girls. I’ve realised I kind of love Amsterdam. It’s awesome. Minus the cyclists. I hate them. Feel like they were out to get me. Pretty sure they were, it’s a miracle I’m alive.
Anyway, murderous cyclists aside, an amazing trip.
Started out by easy jet being late. No surprises there. In my experience it’s a 100% hit rate on that.
But eventually we were off and I met Maggie on the airport and headed to our very hip hotel The Hoxton. They had empty old school tin cans in the room, that’s how hip they were.
We went out for dinner. And talks. Mainly talking to be honest.
Then we let the preggo go home and F and me continued into tbe night.
Found a Dutch singalong place with an extensive shot list to drink our way through. Which we did. My mama didn’t raise no quitter.
Bought kebab on the way home and F dropped most of it on the hotel floor. Sorry hotel.
In the morning breakfast delivery in bed. Around noon. Good start time.
Then we took some tourist pictures
And went for more food.
Before hitting the museum for some interesting and engaging exhibitions
Like laying in a room watching YouTube. That was nice. But we thought it better to go back to the hotel for a nap.
So we did. And ate some crisps.
Woke up at 9 and realised we needed dinner so went to the first place we could find. That turned out to be faaaancy. So we had some oysters and €15 drinks. See you never money.
Sunday morning I packed all my bilar. Thank you magster. We headed out again. Good thing for me (and the people of Amsterdam) we gave up on the cycling part and just walked around town.
It was grey but pretty.
Had some food at the hotel and left for the airport
Easy jet was late again and I felt old. Finally crashed at home around 10.30.
Thank you girls for an awesome weekend. And especially to the bitterballen for the state of my stomach today.
Letters to my family 