Amsterdam!

Mentions of sex and drugs, you've been warned.
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This is my second holiday this year, I finally made it to Amsterdam!

Time at home flew by and I actually feel bad because my mum's told me that my kitten is very confused with my whirlwind appearance. My family can cope without me though.

I'm a bit tired, or stoned, I dunno but before I left I was exhausted. I barely thought I'd make it to the bus stop, let alone the airport (thanks mum for carrying my stuff). But here I am, in the city of coffeeshops, sex workers and bikes.

I'm here for ten days with a good friend of mine from uni. We're staying in two different hostels, the one we're staying in now in the centre of the city and another outside of Amsterdam, in Noordwijk, by the beach. It's gonna be such a struggle getting there! The stairs in this hostel are a death trap, super slim and extremely steep. Walking up and down them is hard enough, let alone lugging massive suitcases with you. We're staying in a dorm with 18 other people, but as awful as it sounds (at least to a princess like me), getting a shower wasn't a big deal and if you bring earplugs and have a little spliff beforehand, you sleep like a baby through pre drinks, snoring and possible nasty hostel sex. Literally, I'm so scared of some of my roommates hooking up, everyone's told me to expect it but I just don't want to.

First Day

Anyway, the first day was a bit of a shambles, packing the morning before flying, my hair an absolute state *cringe* and doing my eyebrows on the train. After a short flight delay, we got to Amsterdam and found our way to the hostel. I'd printed out the map but my friend had to help me to actually read it because I'm sooooo bad at deciphering directions. Then we found a coffeeshop, smoked two different types of weed then crossed the road to a bar for dinner, expertly dodging the trams and bikes. I will never everrrrr go to a restaurant that stoned again, it was kind of embarrassing staring at each other and giggling! The atmosphere in the dessert shop was different though and I ended up speaking Spanish with the waitress (no idea why tbh) and after a huge slice of caramel apple cake it was time for bed.

The Northern girls having pre drinks were super sweet and asked me if I could sleep. I did hear their cringey Ja Rule renditions, but all in all it was fine.

Second Day

Another shambles. Mainly because of my friend (@x_lolitaa on Twitter). Was brave enough to ask the people in the beds next to our if they speak Catalan and showed off my amazing Catanish skills. They were impressed by 'jo no puc hablar catala' (my attempt at 'I can't speak Catalan in Catalan mixed with Spanish) and had even heard of Balaguer, but I dunno if we're gonna be friends.

I did make friends with a Peruvian woman though and she showed us where the supermarket was. We spoke Spanglish because why not? Also my friend gave up on Spanish after one year at uni (Que pena!)

So we found the Apple Store, my friend spent €280 on a replacement iPhone and I've bought some straighteners because of my birds' nest hair. 

We might go to a Sex Show later, the Northern girls went yesterday and all but one loved it so we're planning to make the most of Amsterdam's open culture.

Until next time,

Europe's Traveling Princess,

Antonia xxxxx