We left a day early from Indy to beat the storm, which meant we got to spend a day and night in Amsterdam while we waited for out flight today. We arrived around noon local time, and we had about an hour for lunch before reconvening. A few of the writer’s and I found a burger shop down the street from the main train station and had lunch.
After lunch, we wandered back to the train station and admired some of the beautiful architecture. I wish anywhere in the Midwest matched the history and culture of Amsterdam’s buildings.
A small group of us went to the secret annex of Anne Frank and her family. Considering I’ve cried all the way through two other Holocaust museums, I knew I was going to be quite the mess after this museum tour. Beautiful photos of beautiful women are still glued to her bedroom walls. The way in which she decorated her room impacts me in a way I can’t fully describe. It’s a very beautiful thing to be able to see into the mind of Anne Frank, even further than what it is in her diary. I do not have any photos from the tour.
I’ll be back in Amsterdam someday soon. I love the streets, the people, the culture. Man, how does one come home to cornfield USA after this?