Paris is a 6-hour journey from the Netherlands, traversing through Brussels, Belgium. We left early that day, hoping to make the most out of the city. However, the weather was such a killjoy. It rained on Paris, just exactly when
As part of our Holland arrival rights, our relatives brought us to the country’s capital, Amsterdam. Please, allow me to freak out. Lovely brick gables and dainty metal fences become the backdrop of cobblestone pathways atop a swirl of canals.
Our first tour is Keukenhof, prominently known for its vast collection of well-bred tulips that only appear during Spring time. When we got our flight dates, our relatives mentioned the flower season has already been missed. It feels so good
2 AM. Bus ride. Staring out of the window. Frilled socks. Crowds. Getting lost. Remembering names. Hugs. Zumba. Not doing it. Walks. More walks. Special mentions and embarrassments. Out of the gate. Camera selfies. Bored. Started running. Started running faster.
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