I had a wonderful time in the Netherlands for all the conventional reasons. The Anne Frank museum was more moving than any of the concentration camps or any sadness I've seen while traveling. I wanted to go to Amsterdam for educational reasons. Anything but, would just be futile. I am hear to learn about history, culture, and myself. In order to do this, I need to be crystal clear.
I spent half my stay in Amsterdam and the other half with my new friends Asa (from Norway) and her boyfriend Simon in Ulrecht. We rode bikesaround medival gothic cathedrals and talked about politics and music till late. They are both studying music at the conservatory here in town. When I left early in the morning for Brussels, Asa gave more a slice of her banana nut bread for the road. One of the many acts of kindness they showed me.
The title of this post is after a jazz song that is playing in the background. Dutch Jazz is another thing Asa and Simon introduced me to. They showed me a video of a french horn musician who played a beautiful piece to the meter of the donging of the church bell's in Ulrecht's dome.
Internet connection is shit in Brussels. I went to the NATO headquarters today. More to come later.