Amsterdam is happy. Spring is in town. Everybody is outside, smiling. Flowers everywhere, daffodils, crocuses. The air is warming up, but it is still crisp, no sweat. The Vondelpark has filled its lawns with people, music, soccer, dogs. No bbq's yet, they'll come later.
On days like this, Amsterdam is my town, my home, my ground. As far as towns go, it's a great place. To live, to love, to die.
I'm thinking about my next trip. Where to & when shall I travel. Beginning of April, I'll go to Berlin for a few days. No hills there, no mountains either. Berlin is good place to visit, not sure about living & dying there, though. If the weather will hold, I might go by bike - take the 1200 GS, sail there in a few hours. Or drive by car & ride the bright red 650 GS, the bike I co-own with my brother Max.
On the agenda remain Nepal and Dharamsala. No lack of hills or mountains there. Plenty of inspiration, too. Olympia, Washington, is another option. My friend David is turning 60 in May, I would love to visit him and his wife Alley. Does anybody have suggestions? I hear the US is inviting copywriters to apply for a greencard. Also, there is a public and government drive for the financial sector to become more transparent. Guess what: that's our area of expertise..!
But today, it's Spring in Amsterdam. And who wants to move out of Amsterdam on a Spring day?!
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