Amsterdam Royale

Don't you just love to bathe in the glory of your past travel adventures?  Truth is - you are now barely making it all foam and bubbles with city trips, beach holidays and giving those amazing mountain passes all you’ve got with a 4x4 car.

Sanity check – you don’t do trips to boutique hotels in the country of Africa. You are just fine.

You still have your jumping for joy epiphanies. Instead of following (the) Sir David Attenborough (he will never marry you – touché) you find yourself gazing at the half naked tourist. Poor guy had it a bit too much last night. You wonder – what is his grand vision? Half naked, he keeps on dancing on the sidewalk. You pass  him rather quickly - you already are super late for work. And yass queen – you have a job.

Insects cannot kill you in here. Naturally - you change your point of reference.  Should you complain to the city authorities about that horrible plague of wasps? Time flies when you're having fun!

Oh come on now, sparkle with your degree in social sciences. Shine on, say something real!  Sorry - #superbusy. Googling:  ‘how to get rid of small annoying flies out of my bloemen pots’.

And it is all great, amazing, perfect, so, SO good! It is the land of plenty! Land of merchant’s milk and bucket full of postcolonial honey, money bunny!

So many beautiful people with beautiful white teeth. Is it Kim Kardashian? No silly! This is a beautiful child from Amsterdam Zuid.  You can do goat yoga, facial yoga, fit&cross. You can even challenge your body and save an African child. If you are working real hard, you might even help an orphan perhaps. You can work on your booty, your mind and also save lives? All at the same time – how amazing is that!?

Welcome to A'dame's perspective on the first world, its problems and its tricks, so to speak.