netherlands

It didn’t start off this way. It certainly was not my intent. But my day became all about introspection and reflection. “Asking yourself a question. That’s how resistance begins.” The day began…

I was on my way to Museum Het Rembrandthius, when I got sidetracked. The tram I was on called out Muntplein stop aka the Flower Market stop. Of course, I took this…

Up and at ’em! I woke up just after 6am, but stayed in bed, thinking I should get up at a more respectable time. So just before 8am, I officially started the…

It’s always smile-inducing after a long haul flight that when the pilot lands the plane safe and sound, the cabin bursts out into applause and hoots of appreciation. We arrived at Schipol…