Amsterdam has the attention span of a goldfish. Pride came and went, everyone collectively declared they were taking it easy, and roughly 48 hours later the city is somehow back on its nonsense.
Our dopamine receptors are still somewhere in a field in the Amsterdamse Bos, our sleep schedules remain a distant memory, and yet here we are. Looking at another weekend of suspiciously good weather and pretending we weren’t always going to say yes.
This time around, we’re talking anniversaries, parties, giveaways (yes, you heard that right), pop ups, exhibitions and plenty of opportunities to tell yourself “I’ll only stay for one.” History suggests otherwise.
Summer in Amsterdam doesn’t really believe in weekends off. Neither, unfortunately, do we.
Here’s where we’ll be.
