Well after making it up the kamikaze stairs without injury, all the ingredients were present for a good nights sleep in a comfortable bed. We woke to hear the rain was still pouring. We had plans and rain was not going to stop us, but we did re-negotiate our meeting time.
Boots and raincoats donned we headed out in to the wild rain of Amsterdam in search of breakfast. No sooner did we step outside it seemed to rain even harder and we spotted a coffee shop at the end of our street so we ducked in and asked do you do breakfast! The response was not what we anticipated as he held up a joint and said “yes, this is breakfast!” We are not naive but never expected that, so we just looked at each other and said, ok do you do regular coffee! So joint free coffee was had before heading back out again. The rain was coming down so hard that at one point we had no choice but to walk in ankle deep water in our un-waterproof boots. We walked passed the market street and with eyes like radar I spotted umbrellas, so it was a quick detour. After an hour of walking in the rain, feet squelching like a squelching thing we found a place for breakfast, croissant has never tasted so good.
Our meeting point was the Van Gough museum, so time for some culture and education. After we got inside I made the decision that barefoot was the way to go as we began to wander around. I never realized how dreary Van Gough’s early work actually was, lots of potatoes, one had a cabbage too, and the other thing was that whilst his self portraits seemed a reasonable depiction of him, his portraits of others, depicted them as, well shall I just say unfortunate looking. It was also interesting to notice that his work became significantly brighter in color following his admission to a psychiatric hospital, the contrast really is in your face when you see his work chronologically. It is also quite amazing to see his original works, the Sunflowers, Iris’s and his room. It’s definitely worth the €15 admission in my opinion.
Now because our time with our beautiful friends was short we didn’t want to spend half of it in queues, Ann Franks house queue was ridiculous beyond belief, but we were there during school holiday season. Because of the weather, every museum had a queue to the moon and back. The bottom line is when you live so far away from significant people in your lives, every moment is precious.
We found a nice pub in Rembrandt place to grab some lunch and again dry off our feet, as we sat we could see the rain easing and the sun trying to break through. So after lunch was more walking, more catching up with a little bit of a look at shops thrown in.
There is an area for everything in Amsterdam and after spending an hour in the morning looking for food, it made us chuckle when we stumbled upon the food area, restaurants and bars everywhere! We basically spent the night wandering, stopping for drinks when we wanted and just catching up on the time apart and somethings, well they will remain in Amsterdam!
It came to the time we had to farewell our beautiful friends, never an easy task, but has to be done. We have laughed hard, played hard and now have gone our own ways again, this time with new memories.
Once more, a cab home, kamikaze steps defeated and a good nights sleep before heading to the airport in the morning.