It turns out a whirlwind tour can be liberating.
Andi and I were starting to worry that our Europe 2013 adventure was a little too ambitious: meet at immigration in CDG, lunch in Paris with a quick visit to Notre Dame, early evening train to London, then two nights in London, two nights in Glasgow to visit Sorbie Tower, two nights in Amsterdam, and finally an early morning flight back to CDG for the return trip home.
But then we realized that since there was no way we would actually be able to "see" any of these cities in that short amount of time we shouldn't even try. So aside from joining the masses to watch the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, taking a tour of the Globe Theater, and visiting the Anne Frank House we simply wandered around these amazing cities with no plan, no itinerary, and, wonderfully, no pressure. Instead of running off to the next destination we meandered through St. James park, had lunch at a random, amazing, wonderful little raw/vegan cafe, ate the best frites ever on the banks of the Sigel, and sat, with a glass (or two) of wine, in awe of the mutli-tasking bikers with their cigarettes in one hand and phones in the other texting and smoking and cruising their way across Berenstraat in four inch heels; I know van Gogh is impressive, but that is art.
And that, we have come to realize, is how you should see a city.
Andi and I were starting to worry that our Europe 2013 adventure was a little too ambitious: meet at immigration in CDG, lunch in Paris with a quick visit to Notre Dame, early evening train to London, then two nights in London, two nights in Glasgow to visit Sorbie Tower, two nights in Amsterdam, and finally an early morning flight back to CDG for the return trip home.
But then we realized that since there was no way we would actually be able to "see" any of these cities in that short amount of time we shouldn't even try. So aside from joining the masses to watch the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, taking a tour of the Globe Theater, and visiting the Anne Frank House we simply wandered around these amazing cities with no plan, no itinerary, and, wonderfully, no pressure. Instead of running off to the next destination we meandered through St. James park, had lunch at a random, amazing, wonderful little raw/vegan cafe, ate the best frites ever on the banks of the Sigel, and sat, with a glass (or two) of wine, in awe of the mutli-tasking bikers with their cigarettes in one hand and phones in the other texting and smoking and cruising their way across Berenstraat in four inch heels; I know van Gogh is impressive, but that is art.
And that, we have come to realize, is how you should see a city.
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