When we booked our weekend trip to Amsterdam a month ago, I can't say I had the highest expectations. For some reason, the capital of legalized weed and prostitution just didn't scream "charming abroad adventure" to me. Nevertheless, it seemed like the move for all those who spend a semester in Europe so I ventured onto EasyJet.com, clicked "book nonrefundable ticket" and there was no turning back. My doubts about Amsterdam were quickly forgotten once we arrived to the City Center from the airport. The city actually did scream "charming abroad adventure" everywhere I looked. The cute crooked homes, lines of canals and beautiful people riding bikes with toddlers and puppies would have anyone hooked.
We spent the weekend exploring. And while I am glad to have crossed some of the shadier spots off the list, we were especially excited when we found the "classy" area of town. It was here that we tried Pluk, an amazing breakfast spot, gorged ourselves on gelato and stopped for coffee whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Amsterdam was also the site of our first hostel experience. We stayed at the Clink Noord which was a trendy(-ish) hostel in a calm area, a short ferry ride from City Center. Overall I can say it was not a scarring experience. We (Abby, Hannah and myself) did however, have a roommate for 2/3 nights, who we named Cleo (never got his actual name). He was quiet and kept to himself but this did not ease Hannah's fear that he, sleeping on the top bunk of one out of the two bunkbeds, "could be a jumper" and make the leap onto her top bunk opposite the room. We slept with our purses under our pillows as a precaution.
|Our humble abode.|
One perk of the hostel was how close it was situated to a nearby restaurant, THT, that we went to two nights in a row: once for drinks, and again the next night for dinner. It quickly became our favorite spot. When the waiter served my drink (vodka soda with lime) he asked "who's the skinny bitch?" After he saw our horror-stricken faces, he quickly explained that "The Skinny Bitch" was simply the restaurant's tongue in cheek name for the cocktail. Regardless, I wasn't too personally offended as I am confident in the fact that 1) I'm not particularly skinny and 2) I'm not particularly bitchy. Well usually. At least the drink was good!!!
|THT was a hidden gem of Amsterdam|
Climbing to The Lookout, home of Europe's highest swing with a beautiful view of Amsterdam
Stopping to take pictures at every canal we crossed (prob like 15-20 canals to be honest but I'll just share the best)
Admiring cute plants at the Floating Flower Market and encountering internal dilemmas like deciding which of these two were more adorable??? (Close call but had to go with the dog)
Hanging over the canal before we toured Anne Frank's house
(Not pictured: me losing a shoe on a bike tour in the Red Light District during the peak of rush hour and Abby crashing head on with a very annoyed Dutch cyclist)
Loved being crazy tourists + exploring all that A'dam had to offer with my peeps!!