All the crazy things

It always seems like comming back home means the end of my adventure. And here comes the surprise. It turns out that Amsterdam is a city of opportunity. There are beaches, maybe without the ocean or warm and crystal clean water, but with buddhist’s sculptures on the roof of the nearby bar.

There are short trips outside the city to see windmills and although the only photo was taken in the toilet – it was beautiful.

There is Tomasz every day and pizza in my favorite spot.

And again we’re wandering the city aimlessly, what I love.

And there am I, thinking of what’s next…