I hope one day Seattle will reach the pinnacle and become the new Amsterdam. Because, when I woke in the morning, dressed, got to the market right when they pulled out the fresh croissant and found myself cruising down the street… I was in bliss. Crumbs to wind!
In Seattle, most bike commuters wear a badge. This ranges to the degree of dedication of cycling. I admit, as a car free cyclist, I wear one. In Amsterdam there are no badges because everyone, kid or old, rides all the time. It’s beautiful.
For the days my friend and I were in Amsterdam, it was free. She felt it, I felt it. Late night after museums and dinner, following Elizabeth through the madness of canals and streets, I found myself swirling the handlebars, popping over soft curves. I genuinely love the feel of a clunky steal, upright kids bike. Thanks cousin for letting me borrow it!
I didn’t even mention the museums! Oh gosh are they amazing. I just had to indulge this post on bikes for a moment. But art is here!
