My short time in Amsterdam was accentuated by the sheer amount of tourists that clustered in the streets. Of course, being a tourist myself, this meant that my friends and I were mostly doing touristy things as well, from taking a canal boat ride to visiting the Rijksmuseum.
The comparison (in my mind) between Amsterdam and the Hague is striking. By my third trip to the Netherlands, I began to feel more at home in the Hague for many reasons, not the least of which because I found myself with some time alone during the day when my fiancé had to work the first week. Thankfully I was able to maneuver around without too much trouble thanks to a phone with Google Maps, though I did find myself glancing at the screen a lot – Must not get lost, must not get lost . . .
Amsterdam was so big, so daunting… Where does one begin? that it was a bit unnerving at times. I knew I’d breathe a sigh of relief when I stepped off the train in the Hague again, which is a good sign considering that will be my future home. But there are a lot of memories attached with the Hague, from the moment I first set foot in it close to midnight (thanks to a delayed plane after visiting a friend in London). The deserted streets, walking past city hall, with the loudest non-conversation sound being the luggage wheels scraping the pavement…
Yet it is just a matter of visiting Amsterdam again. Perhaps visit the Bloemenmarkt — even if they will not have blauwe rozen (blue roses) which have been my flower obsession for years. It was even one of the first gifts I was given by my favorite Dutchie – a dozen silk blue roses, and a silk white rose in the middle from his mother, who I had not met yet. Or perhaps take a ferry across the IJ river to visit my friend after he gets out of work. There are a lot of possibilities, and a lot more of Amsterdam to see.
And thankfully, a lifetime to do so.