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Part of the fun of dating someone from another culture is being able to experience new and familiar cultures with a curious eye. In Canada, I play tourist. In Europe T, plays tourist. (I must admit, I think he's better at playing tourist than I am.) Earlier this spring, when we were in the Netherlands…
When exploring Amsterdam, I quickly seemed to find my way back to one DAM square over, and over again, and over again. It was as if every canal, street, and cobble stone lead back to that DAM square. Seriously. As a tourist, you'll find your self-saying, "Dam Square! Not this square again!! This isn't where…
In North America, Amsterdam is infamous and revered for its liberal attitudes towards sex, drugs, and public urination. To the locals, the "red light district," is known as Rossebuurt. My Dutch man struggles with what he calls "our prudish North American culture." Amsterdam's red light district is comprised of three zones: De Wallen, Singelgebied, and…
I like every other ten-year-old girl, read Anne Frank's diary in grade school. As a tween, I connected with Anne as she crushed on Peter, reminisced about playing outdoors, and fought to understand better what was happening around her. As a ten-year-old, I imagined Anne living in a tiny attic; one that had to be…
Amsterdam is the capital city of the Netherlands. While the city itself is rather small (only 851,000 people live in Amsterdam Proper) it is the largest city in the Netherlands. Amsterdam has been famous for its liberal attitudes towards "coffee shops," brothels, and all night partying. Amsterdam, (Amstelredamme) whose name means Dam on the Amstel River,…
I’m never sure what the actually country name of the Netherlands is. Is it Holland, or is it the Netherlands. As a kid, I remember learning about the country "Holland, " and it's wooden shoes and windmills. My boyfriend refers to his country of origin at the Netherland's (and he SWEARS that every Dutch person…
My first trip to NYC, flew by faster than a New York minute. Before I could count my blessings for making it to the city that never sleeps I was packing my bags to return home. What I learned is a week in New York is never enough. While there are a million more things…
Besides walking around Time Square with my mouth a gasp, the most tourist thing I did in New Your was ride the elevator of the Empire State Building to the 102 floor. I have a love for early century architecture.
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