Amsterdam.

Let me start by saying I have been to Amsterdam numerous times. I have stayed in everything from the seediest hostel to a 4 star hotel.

Either way I love it.

But not for the reasons you may think.

She is a gorgeous city. One filled with canals and beautiful people. She has a casual sophistication to her.

The narrow townhouses, outfitted with hooks on their peaks to aid in the movement of furniture since the hallways are too slender.

The countless bicycles chained to every street corner.

The bridges, the nooks, the crannies.

The cafes. The museums. The Anne Frank House.

But she is gritty. Well worn. The Red Light district. The drugs.

The smell of Marijuana, Stroopwafels and Heineken travel through the air.

She has lived life, and it shows, but those wrinkles make her more beautiful. They perfect the patina.

Trust Me.

Xoxo,

C.