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Meetings on the road revolutionized what was my premise on the eve of departure. I had a very clear concept in my head: I was not going to be like the average Italian who goes to Amsterdam to smoke.
Too trivial, especially since I had never even done it in Italy where to convince me to try that experience a friend had even promised me money when we were kids.
In white even with the pseudo look-alike
In Amsterdam , I took my last glimpse of the canals and visited the most renowned museums, the one on Anne Frank and the one on Van Gogh. Above all, I couldn’t resist renting another bike (this time it went smoothly) for a beautiful jaunt out of town; lots of windmills and cows and the realization of how they have literally wrested land from the sea thanks to the many land reclamations and canalisations.
I met a girl who I became convinced was a look-alike of the one I liked back home. In retrospect it was really a hallucination. Anyway, we made interesting small talk, an alternative tour, and she even invited me to dinner in the room she had in a student house. Of course I tried, but even the pseudo look-alike sent me blank.
Meetings on the road, impossible to resist two from Liverpool
I didn’t like Brussels but I had a chance to change my mind a few years later. I went there in the day on a super fast train. Apart from the square, beautiful and speaking of windmills to me struck the statue of Don Chishotte and Sancho Panza, not so much because of its beauty but because I recognized it identical to the one I saw a few months earlier in Madrid. Later, I found out that it was indeed a copy.
At the time I had not yet read Chervantes‘ novel. Perhaps if I had done so earlier I would have realized that I, too, was a
It is a novel I loved very much and with so many meanings, it is discussed in depth in this article.
I empathized with the aspect of falling in love with someone who doesn’t match you and doing incredible and in a way useless things for this person.
In Amsterdam in the hostel, on the last night I was rooming with two lovely girls from Liverpool; for a couple of hours I forgot about my unrequited love. They proposed that I go to a
Significant air stopovers in Amsterdam
I passed through Amsterdam twice more, for airplane stopovers, and although I stayed there a few hours, they were still ones to remember. From the airport you can quickly get to the center and in both cases I was able to have a nice walk.
I had a stopover in Amsterdam, with a walk downtown even before what turned out to be the worst of the encounters on the trip. On the way to Cuba, we were stopped and made quite a fuss at customs. My friend had a knife in his backpack, an oversight from a trip he had taken months earlier.
Returning from the U.S., I was in the Dutch capital just for New Year’s morning 2017; in the finale of this article I explain how I started the year in the best possible way.
Previous leg Trip to Holland but also a little bit to Belgium
Trips taken, travel stories divided by continent
Countries visited in my travel stories
Anecdotes, divided by type in travel narratives
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