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Morning.

Cycling. Through the city and trying to weave my way through pedestrians, cars, trucks and other cyclists.

Crisp air. The kind that makes your ears tingle, and makes every breath feel so refreshing, yet at the same time painfully reminds you that you should have put your gloves on.

Movie set. Thinking it strange that the cafĂ© on the corner is now “Kalifornia bar” (or something like that) and realizing that the corner has been turned into a movie set with people in different attires and several buildings with “new” facades.

Amsterdam. What can I say? It’s unique and it’s beautiful all year round.

Train. Having the doors shut as I am trying to lob my heavy bag into an already full train corridor, and only just managing to squeeze in.

Mint and pineapple. Juice I had for lunch which is definitely worth repeating.

Latte. Enjoying a coffee with a friend before she leaves tomorrow. Ending up at Starbucks due to the lack of other cafes at the airport that don’t use a machine with buttons to produce their brown liquid.

Airport. Looking forward to see family again.

Earl Grey. There is no tea like it, and drinking it at the airport while blogging has become a tradition.

Restful. What I anticipate my time at home being.

Happy. Just happy.

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