It was a beautiful, light jacket kind of day at Vondelpark, and it seemed like a lot of people had the same idea as I did. Spent a relaxing hour on a bench close to the Vondel-man himself watching the world go lazily by.
If there’s one thing I can really say about this country, there are rarely, if at all, any street people. No drifters, bums, or hobos. No one asking for change, foraging in trash cans, or crazy people wanting to talk to you about god. Can’t say the same whenever we go to neighboring Belgium or Germany where it becomes a little uncomfortable playing tourist at times. Over here, it’s mostly all about peace, quiet, and being left alone. I do still have to get used to the wafting smell of cannabis — though I suppose that would partly explain the peace, quiet, and being left alone.