Four years ago I was on the brink of the most invigorating journey of my life. That was 2013, and the trip turned out to be just a taste of what was in store for the future. Now it is 2017, I am married and returning back to the city where we met, where it all began. A city where I lived, thrived, worked, and cried…
This city changed me. The enchanting canals hypnotized me. The crooked houses tell stories from long before mine ever began. And the people, the people reinsure my faith in humanity (it seems as though my heart believes I was Dutch in a past life).
Amsterdam is a city for everyone and anyone. You can find history, art, parties, business, sport, love, and even some of life’s naughtier things. Most of all, you can find beauty. Beauty that has been aging like fine wine for centuries in the low lands of western Europe.
I dreamt of this city for years, fell in love in a matter of minutes, and will forever have the deepest gratitude for all the memories made and lessons learned. All of this, because of
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