I love Amsterdam and I love liberal European ideals but the cold in combination with the early darkness and the high density urban sprawl was a little gloomy today. I want sun and beaches and nature.
Sunny days followed by torrential rain
I miss clear blue water and waves. I even miss almost being killed* several times while trying to learn to surf "Ang!!! PADDLE PADDLE PADDLE" as a wave the size of me comes crashing down, tosses me around and sends my board slamming into my face.
The Bower Break. Just off our local Shelly Beach
Secret trails to secluded beaches
I miss early morning swims before work, and cracking open a coconut for breakfast at a secluded beach not many people venture to.
Collins Beach, will always remain as Little Penguin Beach to us
I miss smoldering weekends, packing our boards and heading up or down the coast with friends. BBQ's on the beach and the music of guitars with a Corona in hand and our bare feet in the sand.
The mini mal I hardly got to use
Looking at the tropical birds in the trees
I love Amsterdam and I love my life here. But being here is part of a road that will eventually take me away. Until then all I can do is dream of the tropics and enjoy the ride in what I think is the most beautiful city in the world.
* I may be exaggerating a little.