10 October 2017
Another beautiful day going down in the books. I had a nice lazy morning and a late breakfast with a couple espressos. My thinking process through the easy morning led me to some conclusions. I’m starting to realize how important it is for me to meet new people as often as possible. Hearing other people’s stories and about their lives gives me a sense of hope for my future and the connection that is made after sharing so many stories is a feeling of closeness that a lot of people are missing out on. Closing your eyes or looking at someone while listening to music is the best way to feel the music. Also, I really need to stop taking huge first sips of coffee before checking how hot it is.
After a chilly ride on the back of J’s bike –to get the full Dutch experience- we got to Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen. Our coats rose to the ceiling on hangers that pulled them up on cords. I am kicking myself for not getting a photo of that. We strolled through the mix of different paintings. I often find myself more in awe of the way people take in the art and explain it than the actual art itself. There were a few pieces that really pulled me in. I just wish there was more time. If you plan on going to this museum, try to get there earlier rather than later.
We were trying to decide what to do next when J suggested we go to his studio. Heck. Yes. Please. His art is almost as beautiful as him. I was staring at one piece for too long, fell in love with it, and I really wanted to take it home with me. I like how he was explaining everything to me with excitement and passion. Seeing people doing what they love makes my heart happy. We then decided to get coffee. I absolutely had to stop before we found somewhere so I could get a photo of the Santa Claus sculpture. I had passed it multiple times but there was always something unpleasant around it. Now was my chance. The artist, Paul McCarthy, says this Santa is holding a Christmas tree. Sure. Okay.
We said goodbye to very happy Santa and had a seat outside of Sijf. Coffee, baby stroopwafels, and chat were followed with beer. Coffee and beer? Why not?
I was invited to have dinner with him and his roommates. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to leave. I decided to put my train to Amsterdam on hold and stay a few more hours. We ate great lasagna that his roommate made, drank tea, played a card game about gnomes, and had nice conversation. This turned into another wonderful night. They were all so kind and welcoming. Right about now I am wondering why I almost skipped over this city. It’s now one of my favorite places.
I’ll make it to Amsterdam eventually. The point of this holiday is to find happiness, not rush through everywhere. We need to stop and smell the roses tulips.