Amsterdam (Country Numero Tres)
I spent about 24 hours in Amsterdam. I got off on the wrong tram stop, luckily someone helped me to find my path to my hostel. Only when I reached my hostel, I found out that my room had been given away because I gave the wrong arrival time. Luckily (again) he called the hostel 'round the bend and they had a room.
And the rest of the time in Amsterdam was pretty perfect. . . and so beautiful. No one talks about the beauty of Amsterdam but it is.
And one last shot of me looking "tired" as hell as I head into the train station going from Amsterdam to Munich, Germany. It was my first overnight train.




































