Last Day in Amsterdam!
My last day in Amsterdam was solo and I let my feet lead the way. I knew there was a great flea market on Waterlooplein Straat (street), so I got up and headed that way. I took the tram from my hostel to Waterlooplein. The tram is one form of transport in the streets of Amsterdam. Traffic simultaneously operates with cars, millions of bikes, pedestrians, scooters, motor bikes...and then to throw more chaos into the mix, sidewalks are apparently not off limits. More often than not a car, bike or motorcycle would pop right onto the sidewalks. Best way to describe it is organized chaos, and every native got it and it worked. It was fascinating just like the rest of this city, but back to the flea market. It was buzzing and eclectic. From there I got breakfast and walked up and down what felt like every canal. It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, so there were a ton of boats with music, drinks and food that were overflowing with friends and family. Passerby's on the sidewalks and in other boat were waving, greeting and in some cases serenading one another. After a few hours I moseyed to Vondelpark, the refuge spot for locals. Sunbathers, picnics, frisbees, live music; the energy was bursting out of this sanctuary. I walked the stretch of it, got lunch and sat by one of the ponds. I observed and listened to what seemed a dozen different languages and dialects. That night I met up with my two roommates at the hostel and we made our way to Rembrant Square for our last dinner. We got take away and sat in the grass. Again, the energy even there at 11 pm was palpable. This city had its own spirit I had yet to recognize in any other city thus far. But it's still only the beginning of this adventure! I took some pictures to show you what my words may lack regarding this one-of-a-kind city.