This 55M American is soon leaving Amsterdam after seven unforgettable years. To have made Amsterdam my home, three decades after a 1989 spring visit here on a Eurail pass, messes with my mind as much as the space cake I swallowed back then at the long lost Wish You Were Here Coffeeshop — a moist thick slice of chocolate birthday cake, if memory serves.
Seven winters spent at 52 degrees latitude North feels significant, but it’s nothing in a place with so much history. It’s wild that our years here represent barely 5% of our house’s 120-year history — merely a blip and hardly more material than any of the reported 12,000 to 15,000 bikes that get unceremoniously flung into the Amsterdam canals every year.
I digress. I’m here to offer a humble digital token of my appreciation as a parting gift to this majestic city. Choose HD. Sound on.