Well here I am, in a small room that barely passes the mark of 'ok'. Surely it is not suitable for a business trip, let alone 12 days of it. Luckily I changed the prison cell they first gave me. Now I am making the most of the upgrade. Everything in its place, what can be locked is, I am sleeping on my beauch towel (which coordinates well with the throw and pillows).
You know what's eek? They don't do sheets in Amsterdam. You can't even buy them. Hand paper towels and bathing cloths (not sure what the English term is - that cloth thing that you put your soap on in the shower) are also an oddity in these Nether-realms. No top sheet is not a big deal, Except when you're in a shady hotel. Eek.
I have walked looking for food and trying to know my way this time. I succeded, but the walk was 2 hour long. I'm beat. I was going to go into the most Perfect Cafe that is really near across the canal, on a short bit of street where every commerce is attracting me. The Pate Negro - foufounes meets meat hanging from the ceiling. Basque. Then there is also the little boutiques that where all closed. I'll be back.
There are parts of Ams that I really don't like - but I wrote that elsewhere. I don't particularly like walking for 2 hours, 1 would suffice.
It's 3pm/9pm depending where you sit. I'm very tired, kind of satisfied. I slept for 6 hrs in pieces, here and there. I have a small bottle of wine.I found a stone massage place.I think I will be ok to wake up early tomorrow. I am calm and happy to be alone; very happy to not be thrown into work. I know I say that a lot, but I love to be alone.
Last time I was here, it wasn't right. I'm not saying that it's going to be right this time; I don't know this. But, I had a bad spell in early summer.
Goals? Hopes? None, except writing, breathing.
Amourx
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