Yes, I know it sounds random, and it was random. As I driving home this afternoon there was a huge truck blocking the road, obviously trying to maneuver himself back onto the road (which was not easy, I can tell you that). As I was patiently waiting for him to accomplish the task, I took a look at the load in his truck. At first it seemed like your regular load of donkeys, but when I took a closer look I spotted a small bear stomping around in a semi-covered cage, and a llama mixed in with the donkeys. I do wish I had my camera with me. Finally the driver got on the road and I was on my way, smiling to myself as I thought of how random, yet not surprisingly unusual the whole situation had been.
Amsterdam. It still has that muggy feeling in Summer, and a constant flow of people which if you stop to think about it, it's quite amazing that there would even be space to accommodate them all. But then I guess they are not all staying. Just passing through on their way to or from somewhere. It's always good for the heart to visit somewhere that was once home. The familiarity of streets and customs makes it easier to embrace what might be new as well as the joy of being reacquainted with old friends. Friends. So many of them to be found in this city, ready with hugs and good words that are uttered when seeing someone who was away again. Friendship. A treasure that cannot be bought. Cobblestones trodden by many, including myself. Sitting on a bench. Praying. Remembering the first time I stumbled upon this area lined with windows with red lights and curtains. An area which has come to represent no longer windows, but people to me. Some still behind a window. Others who have ...