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It’s like Steinbeck except in Europe with no poodle (And no one’s going to publish a book about it).

"I'm On A Boat!" Amsterdam & The Dirty 30

Nothing’s warmer than fond memories (except maybe Texas):

It’s snowing here in Iceland, but back in the Netherlands, it’s 55 degrees (Fahrenheit) with enough clouds for perfectly distilled light. Since I have so many photos to go through from the past two amazing days (the aurora borealis tour and bar hangs with new friends), I thought I’d throw it back to Brock (my husband)’s birthday weekend in Amsterdam a couple weeks ago.

For his actual birthday, I took him on a tour of the countryside of the Netherlands outside of Amsterdam. Here’s him with his very super-duper official celebratory hat (snagged from the BK in the train station in Geneva when we were adjusting plans …

For his actual birthday, I took him on a tour of the countryside of the Netherlands outside of Amsterdam. Here’s him with his very super-duper official celebratory hat (snagged from the BK in the train station in Geneva when we were adjusting plans due to the transportation strike in Paris).

Here’s a shot of me and Hilary, a cat we named after it wandered into our boat a few times (📸: birthday boi) in front of Vrouwe Elizabeth, my favorite boat forever and always.

Here’s a shot of me and Hilary, a cat we named after it wandered into our boat a few times (📸: birthday boi) in front of Vrouwe Elizabeth, my favorite boat forever and always.

Here’s a fisheye shot of the inside of the cabin (when you first enter the boat) to give you an idea of the feel of the space). The whole city smelled like rain that day (It was cloudy in the best way for the few days we were here). Walking from tha…

Here’s a fisheye shot of the inside of the cabin (when you first enter the boat) to give you an idea of the feel of the space). The whole city smelled like rain that day (It was cloudy in the best way for the few days we were here). Walking from that into a boat that smelled like leather and clean laundry and old wood made me feel like a classy old fisherman (minus the tackle box odor). I wondered before we got there how much, if at all, we would hear/feel the water from the canal we were on, but aside from the view from the port windows, we could have been in a cozy, shotgun-style house anywhere.

Here’s the inside of our boathouse (surprisingly bigger than almost every other place we booked during this trip). Once you slide open the main door and make your way downstairs from the entryway onto the heated floors, you’ve made it to the perfect…

Here’s the inside of our boathouse (surprisingly bigger than almost every other place we booked during this trip). Once you slide open the main door and make your way downstairs from the entryway onto the heated floors, you’ve made it to the perfect reading chair (complete with port window view).

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