Amsterdam, Nederland Whenever I land at Schiphol Airport I think of the worn cobblestone, etched with burnt cigarette butts and filters strewn across the pavement, just beckoning me beyond the immigration gates, beyond the train delays and confused tourists blocking every entrance and exit with their lack of spacial awareness. You may think this odd, but Amsterdam is a home to me—a beacon of peace in a world of constant turmoil. Even the negative is a blessing in the capital of the Netherlands
Uncle Travels: Amsterdam, Nederland
Uncle Travels: Amsterdam, Nederland
Uncle Travels: Amsterdam, Nederland
Amsterdam, Nederland Whenever I land at Schiphol Airport I think of the worn cobblestone, etched with burnt cigarette butts and filters strewn across the pavement, just beckoning me beyond the immigration gates, beyond the train delays and confused tourists blocking every entrance and exit with their lack of spacial awareness. You may think this odd, but Amsterdam is a home to me—a beacon of peace in a world of constant turmoil. Even the negative is a blessing in the capital of the Netherlands