I had taken pictures of a map at the train station, and for some reason it didn’t show the same roads than the actual roads. A few names were different, others downright missing. So my excursion to Vondelpark never happened. My attempt of finding some Fault in our Stars spots also failed. Repeatedly.
Yep, I’m a groupie. Sue me.
I was just so tired. I had been wrestling with a locker at the station again, and I ended up forgetting to put one of my bags in the locker before I locked it. Result: I carried my dirty laundry all over Amsterdam on a 35ºC day.
It was hot. I was also out of water so I stopped to buy a bottle at a McDonalds, and it felt weird to buy only water at McDonalds, so I ordered fries as well. Um. Mistake. It cost me about 7€. That’s over ten Canadian bucks. In any McDonalds in Quebec, the fries would’ve been 2-3$ and the water free. Also, my fries could’ve been turned into a poutine, but I don’t want to talk about poutine right now; I might cry.
I was just so tired that I ended up at the movie theatre. And yes, I could hear God again, lecturing me as I bought my ticket.
God: A shame to all the real wanderlusts.
Me: But it’s so hot…
God: A shaaaaame.
But then the movie started and smothered his imperial voice. I soon forgot about him; the movie was good. The theatre itself (Pathé Tuschinski) was really great. It had a Broadway cachet, with red velvet seats and chandeliers.
And did I mention AC?
Man, I don’t regret that choice.
In my defense, I did do a crucial stop of Amsterdam the day before. Anne Frank Huis. Tip for those who plan to do it: get there early. The queue continued for two streets, no kidding. I had to wait for two hours, and I was told it can go up to five hours on busy days. (Could that have anything to do with John Green’s novel? Just wondering.)
But that museum was such an amazing experience.
It’s an order.
Fail Count: 5