Amsterdam is not really part of Holland. It is an autonomous state within the Netherlands. They would prefer it if you did not call them “Dutch.”
The weather during my stay has been unusually cool and wet, very much like November weather on Paros. I am grateful I brought my fleece and warmer, wet-weather clothes. I have needed them.
People in Amsterdam are so fluent in English as to make native English speakers seem lacking. I have even heard the locals speaking English to each other. Odd. At other times I have heard a very Anglicized Dutch. An Amsterdammer told me they love to hear visiting Belgians speak Flemish since it is closer to their mother tongue.
The food here is good, if on the heavy side. In addition to the traditional Amsterdammer restaurants there are numerous Indonesian and Surinamese places, a tasty side-effect of brutal colonization and the Dutch East India Trading Company. For some reason there are also large numbers of Argentinian/Uruguayan steak houses. These seem to cater more to tourists. Another interesting restaurant is all-you-can-eat sushi. The locals love these spots. I ate at one twice. Inexpensive and high quality.
The Rijksmuseum, the Van Gogh Museum and the Stedelijk Museum (modern art) are all superb. I bought my tickets in advance and avoided the long waits on line. I also visited the Rembrandt House and the Dutch Resistance Museum. Both were excellent and worth a viewing, especially the latter. Ultra-right wing political parties are on the rise in Holland and in Europe as a whole. We must all take a stand against fascism and all that it means. If not me, then who? If not now, when?
I do not think that those who drafted the laws regarding the decriminalization of “soft drugs” in Holland expected the odor of pot smoke to fill the streets and cafes full of college students getting wasted. There are national movements trying to limit the usage to residents, but in Amsterdam that vote was thrown out. Too much tourist money. Still, it is illegal to grow it, illegal to transport it, illegal to sell over 5 grams per day to one person and illegal to buy it in bulk. Therefore the “legal” cafes are still reliant on the black market for their stash. So what is legal about it? I recoiled as if from a hot stove.
As I write this I am out of town visiting friends in the small rural village of Elspeet. Really lovely. Quiet, green and flat as a panenkoek.
–JDCM