A long time between posts. I am a bad blogger.
In my own defence, it's a little tough to blog without a computer. I left mine back at Maurice's place in eastern Holland, thinking I would use (a) his Mac in Amsterdam and (b) Lia's Mac in Berlin and Prague.
What I didn't know was that in Amsterdam, Maurice and I would be staying in the itsy-bitsy, weensy attic maid's quarters of a six-story walk-up hotel that had its internet connection on the bottom floor, and the only way to connect (during a full moon) was to lie on your back on the hallway stairs with your computer screen facing down. (Maurice will say I'm exaggerating, but honestly, it was tricky.)
On the plus side, the room was right beside a canal. If you climbed onto your bed and hoisted yourself up to the window, you could almost see the water.
Why, you may ask, were we staying there? Well, here's a fact of traveling. Not everyone makes accommodation arrangements in the same way. I was coordinating with (first) Maurice and (secondly) Lia. Three different styles. My style: book months ahead and spend three full day searching hotel websites until you get the absolutely best value/area/ambience possible. Maurice's style, one week ahead: "The sun's shining. Let's go biking. Book anything! Who cares?" Lia's style, two days ahead: "Oh, um . . . I don't know exactly when I'll get to Berlin, Mom. I might be in Budapest tomorrow and maybe Bruges on Monday and . . ."
Not to mention when you're hiking up and down six flights of stairs all the time, you don't have a LOT of energy to blog. Me on Floor 3: "Why don't you just . . . go ahead, Maurice? I'll . . . see you up there . . . this afternoon."
So! Amsterdam. Gosh, what a wonderful city. The canals. The bikes. The art. The people. I will post some gorgeous photos in my next blog, which will be (I hope) less whiny than this one.
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