Amsterdam!

Thanksgiving 2014

Flatter than Nebraska, and that's saying something.

Barely out of the parking garage and I'm already falling behind.

Our first view of the city.

There were quite a few water instillations.

Most buildings lean one way or another.

Anna, this picture is for you.

Amsterdam was happy to see us.

I took this because the doorway was cool.  Found it on a post card later so it must be something.  Good job me.

We wanted to take the wagon bike to dinner but our place didn't rent those out, only regular bikes.

The stairs were like what I grew up with so... I fell down them.

 

Fancy dress for a cold November evening.

Even squares need a place to stay in Amsterdam.

You could buy anything everywhere.

Yes, that man is peeing on the bus.

This was on the tour but I'm nearly certain we crossed this bridge a few times on foot.

The Windows became so foggy that it was hard to take pictures.  The ones that did turn out I prefer to think of as romantic.

We watched a game of chess before dinner.

Thanksgiving dinner here we come!

It was delicious.

Another door I found. I assume they all lead to magical lands or alternate realities.

This lamp is for Fire Benders only.

We took a stroll through the University campus.

 

The kids are in the flat, the parents are going OUT!

Of course we went to the red light district, duh.  

And the Ice Bar.  We were in Amsterdam after all.

After all these years we found a street with my name on it. 

Welcome to my street! Day Two: Let's try to see EVERYTHING!

People here are parking masters.

We walked over to the Anne Frank House.  Patrick's one must see, and it was closed.  No electricity.

So the outside will have to do.

We didn't have time to go back later either.

Judy Jetson's shoes.

Back on the tour bus.

Patrick had a very good thought.  The Amsterdam flag has 3 X's, is that why porn is always labeled XXX?

The gates to the Amsterdam Zoo.

Tatonka.

I give you a leaf.

And you give me...

nothing. Jerk.

A group of kids had these guys howling, literally.

Moving quickly so that they don't shoot me with their laser eyes.

The Van Gogh Muesum

No Pictures allowed, but Patrick doesn't care.

And neither did I.

My favorite Van Gogh.  I have a copy in Red that I love, but I wouldn't mind having it in the original colors.

In the end only Isabel and I were listening to the tour. We were all tired and ready to go home. 

Chairs, so much more sensible than other options I've seen.

Too bad there wasn't an L nearby for Lincoln.

He settled for an M.


 Amsterdam is such an amazing and small city.  We saw so many  things, and yet not enough.  I wish that we'd had another day.