Daydreaming in Amsterdam
We’re tracing the bicycle-lined canals making our way towards the city center and sure enough, there he is, with his staff and hat with the scallop shell. Really he’s more like a pal now, a familiar face, however far from home I may be. Only a few minutes into our Amsterdam adventure for the day and Santiago is there to greet us, maybe to remind us why we are even here together in the first place.
I’m quick to find out that my mere pedestrian status does not give me the right-of-way in this alternate universe pulsating with peddles.
Soon I’m daydreaming about how perfect it would be to live in one of these tall, narrow houses with my bike and its wooden basket parked out front. I’ve picked out my favorites by now, but there’s always another quaint canal and cycle to relish.
We’re dashing into flower stalls, with tulips aplenty, to ditch the incessant drops and even though I’m already cold enough, I’m imagining the place iced in snow, pushing my bicycle over the slight inclines.
Amsterdam, you’ve got me under your spell.
When the sunlight finally struggles through, it’s like a gift from the gods. I am happy.