We arrived on a boat. They chopped our passports and we entered the country where all things beautiful laid in front of us.
I swear you smell the happiness the moment the boat docks.
The buildings lay in a neat arty structure and it seems that everyone would rather cycle then drive.
The museums, the history lessons.. i wished i had more time to visit them all but we only had 2 days to spare and most of it was spent soaking up some happiness from this little town to brighten our depressing city lives enforced upon us from back home.
At 13, little Anne Frank wrote a diary. A diary that would teach us so much about life.It was absolutely wonderful to visit the little space she once called home. The tiny bedroom she spent days in and out hiding from the outside world.
No comments:
Post a Comment