On our free weekend, Ana, A.J., Ross and myself went to Amsterdam. Getting there was quite the journey, from Pisa to Milan, to almost missing our flight only to find out it had been delayed, and then finally making it to Amsterdam. Once we got there and Ana and I got to our hotel, we went to meet the boys who had, true to form, ditched us. We then walked around and explored the city for a little while before finding ourselves at an Irish Pub in the Red Light District. Being that we had only been in the city for about an hour, this was quite a shocking sight to see.
The next day we went all around the city, trying to take in all that it had to offer. One thing i had never realized about Amsterdam was just how beautiful it was. The canals running through all the streets, and the bridges over top of the old boats, it was incredible. I would have been perfectly content just taking a whole day to just look at the scenery, but given that all I had was one day, we wanted to make the best of it.
One thing we made sure that we did was visit the Anne Frank house. This was an incredible experience for me because I have been learned about her multiple times, and my grandparents were survivors of the Holocaust who were hiding in an attic in Poland, similar to Anne Frank. For this reason I was moved by the experience. We walked into the museum and made our way toward the doorway covered by the bookshelf, which was the entrance to their hiding spot. I have never seen stairs quite as steep as those. We then walked through all the bedrooms and the kitchen and saw where Anne slept and ate as well as her family. It was unbelievable to see the conditions that they lived in for so long. I was very happy that I got to see that, in case I never make it back to Amsterdam, seeing that is an experience I will always have.
The rest of our trip in Amsterdam consisted of exploring the streets and the food, where Ana and fell in love with chocolate covered waffles. It was a sad sad day when we had to leave those behind...
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