Well, after 20+ hours of travelling I have finally arrived. And it’s still today, although I left yesterday and technically arrived tomorrow. Confused? 7 hours time difference does that to you! It’s good to be there. I was picked up at the airport by the lovely couple who are in charge of the house I’m staying in, and after a lovely meal at something I think was called “Rudy’s”, I got some groceries at “Price Chopper” before heading here, home- for the next 3 months. I feel very dazed…not much sleep gives you this feeling, but I am sure after a good night’s sleep I will be able to reflect some more. So until then, good night.
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 ...