By the time our planned trip to Amsterdam came around, all of us were aching to leave London. We were tired, heartbroken and stressed out and the shiny New Years' Gleam had completely worn off. Our flight was at 7 am from London Southend Airport (so friggin far), which meant I had to get up depressingly early.
We arrived in Amsterdam in the morning but our Air BnB apartment wasn't ready, so we had to wile away time in the area. This was needlessly hard (places open so damn late). Our place was on Hammerleweg which was in such a good area, so after eating a sub-par brunch (if there was no avocado, it didn't happen) we traipsed back out to look around.
We popped into this vintage shop and Yewa bought some sexy Desert boots. I bought nothing because EasyJet was holding me by the throat with their overly strict baggage allowance.
It was so picturesque, but I wasn't yet in love with the place. And it was bloody freezing. Also, me with my new camera (!) cue me taking 500 million photos of everything under the sun.
By this point, we were gasping for a drink (6 hours into our city break and no alcohol??!?) and we found this ridiculously cute pub on the corner.
Jen went for a white beer and the rest of us went for Gluhwein which hit the spot. Warm AND alcoholic? Yes, yes. It warmed me right up and made me pleasantly tipsy.
We headed back to our apartment for chicken and chorizo pasta (which we ate for the next 3 days, because we couldn't afford to buy more food) and lined our stomach for our first night out in the 'Dam.
Jacquie x
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