A little bit of leg during the morning rush hour doesn’t hurt anyone.
Grab your bike and your love and head out to your favorite vista for tonight’s sunset. It’s bound to be a good one.
When I was growing up we had to wear uniforms to school. In Amsterdam these girls are super happy to display their own threads on their way home from school…with bikes to match!
It’s always nice to catch the last bit of sunshine of the day. Especially when it’s with your buddy, cycling side by side.
It looked like these two girls were trying to race each other once this red light turned green. I don’t blame them. At the end of a long work day, I also feel like racing home! Just can’t wait to take off my shoes and kick up my feet.
The saying goes TGIF, but I’m saying thank goodness it’s Thursday! What a gorgeous afternoon we had here in Amsterdam. I spent some time on the sunny terrace of the Eye. Might even got sunburned! But I love the ferry on sunny days. Where were you?
Hopefully the sun keeps up this magical work til Monday — the nations best holiday — King’s Day!
Finally the first real spring days! And what do you do? Ride to your local park and chill out. At the Sarphati Park, in De Pijp, you could barely see the grass. Bikes and people everywhere. Oh ya.
Wasn’t today just amazing? On these types of days, I have Bob Marley stuck in my head. Though it was cold, the sun was shining and the weather was sweet. Makes you want to move your peddling feet. Sunday, here I am!
The Dutch word for ‘gloves’ is my second all-time favourite Dutch word: handschoenen. Literally translated as ‘hand shoes.’ Yep, that’s what they are: shoes for the hands.
And just as I was getting quite comfortable toting these things around everywhere I go, it seems like it might be time to put them away (the jacket and scarf can stay handy though). Because 15ºC of sun calls for bare hands on the handlebars! Weeeeeeee!
The other day I was riding down Vijzelstraat towards the city centre. As I was approaching the Prinsengracht (a one-way and precisely here), I slowed down, looked for on-coming cars and bikes from the left and right… and kept riding.
Yes, I knowingly rode through a red light. In Amsterdam. The capital of red-light-running. I know, that doesn’t make it ok.
A police car followed me, pulled me over, and proceeded to lecture me about how it’s unsafe, especially “because a police car was parked at the intersection.”
And then he actually asked me if he could give me a fine of €97. I had already argued my side by saying I felt safe, so I didn’t argue further. But could I have said no? I wonder.
So watch out Amsterdammers. They’re out to get ya!