I come back to this Tumblr post from time to time to remind myself of that first trip I made to Europe by myself. It instantly brings me back to those moments, not necessarily the moments of writing that first entry, but to the moments of excitement, of novelty, of adventure, of taking in a completely new environment, the smell, the sound, the feel of a place I have never been in. It reminds me of that first time I took the train from Massachusetts to New York, alone and excited. Of how I got lost in Penn Station, and how when I finally made it to the street, and looked up at the skyline and around at the chaos, I felt like a kid in a candy store with a stolen credit card. I could call it an addiction. I crave it. I want it. I become restless when it's been too long since I last experienced it.
That feeling is what I hope to share and create with this website and blog. Thanks for joining me.
"Well, it seems my first written blog entry will be from……the Park Plaza Amsterdam airport restaurant, while listening to Pink Floyd. Who knew? Who knew I’d ever be Amsterdam? Well, actually, that’s not much of surprise to be perfectly honest. And yes, I love Amsterdam, but not for the reasons people seem to stereotypically associate with the Netherlands’ charming capital.
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Shuttle is here. Finish in Schiphol.
The Red Light district? Fun, no doubt. Giant party. For sure. Sausage party, specifically. A whole lotta drunk guys gawking at half naked, questionably attractive women standing in windows, pleasantly lit in red. Nothing wrong with that, really. Half naked women framed by red lightning should be decore for more cities around the world, honestly. But do I want to have sex with them? After god knows how many drunk Irishmen have negotiated whatever with them? All day. Every day. With only a red velvet curtain and thin glass seperating the throngs of men waiting their turn steps away? If that sounds in anyway appealing, than you have more caveman in you than I. I hope that’s working for you.
No, I love Amsterdam for other reasons. Most specifically, for it’s obvious promotion of the arts. Obvious, that is, if you’re smart or sober enough to step out of the Red Light district. The fact that it balances the wanton debauchery with high art makes it all the more impressive. Ill be back for sure.
Boarding time."