I lost my heart in Holland. It rests with the super pirate Arn in a flat in Den Haag. He's a four year old boy who held my hand for an entire day and cried when I left. After visiting Amsterdam, the little boy from Den Haag is the memory which shines the brightest.
As usual I forgot to bring my camera, so unfortunately there's no pictures of anything but the clothes I wore when I left Norway. I am aware of how narsisistic this sounds. However, both Amsterdam and Den Haag were great, and though theres's not much to tell (it was a very short trip) I had a really good time. I plan to visit Amsterdam again, and experience more of the city than just the main streets. There are limits for what me and my sister dare to explore alone in the city without any form of guidance (we didn't even have a map). What I can say about Holland is that it is exactly how I imagined it to be, windmills, coffee shops, the strong smell of marihuana at the open streets and fuck loads of people.
