Amsterdam, Moving, Netherlands, Student, Travel, Uncategorized, Weed

I visited Amsterdam

I want to go to Berlin, but my Grandmother was afraid and told me to go to the Netherlands. Well, I’m not gonna argue with Smoking week all day with the friendliest people.

This was the view from the airplane and I am in love already. I tend to go to places where water is close, I’m not sure if it’s my love of the ocean or the easy escape route but I can’t help it.

The customs process was peaceful and quick, the only thing that got me was that I couldn’t find a way out of the airport. This really doesn’t say anything about the airport, since I can’t follow the directions of a straight line, it was just one of my struggles.

The three things that I had to keep in mind when planning this trip was that I’m broke, School starts in a week and that I’m a broke college student. That’s life, so everything was done on the cheap.

For accommodations, I chose a hostel near the center of the city. For 6 nights, I spent less than $200.00, which is amazing, however, there was no elevator. The building had 4 stories and I was on the top floor. I hauled two large size suitcases up 3 flights of stairs only to turn around only to meet a room full of men.

The room was a mixed dorm, which is often times the cheapest. I smiled at everyone in the room and got stuck with the top bunk. They were nice and let me know ahead of time that they were about to party hard and drink all night. I was cool with that but I didn’t know at the time that they were professional partiers.

Leaving everything in the room, I head back down the stairs and out the door.

For the next 6 days, I woke up late, smoked weed all days, had every edible I could get my hands on and I loved it. The weather as on and off but none of that changed the people’s moods nor mine. I loved the peaceful cloud that the weed or the environment had me in.

Walking around the city lost for hours was the best thing, sitting by the water watching the boats go by had me in a trance. I was truly content was my life and then leaving day happened. Back to England, I go.

But oh the memories.

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