- Posted July 7, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Your photos from Amsterdam
If I had a thousand lives...
If I had a thousand lives, for sure one of them I'd live in Amsterdam – the city of bicycles and fish, apple tarts, beer, yummy food and gorgeous people. I would rise with the sun, get a coffee in a street cafe and ride my bike along the boulevards under the curly linden. I'd smile at folks flashing the muscly legs alongside murky channels, where the Dutch colonial houses dreamily adore their own charm in the reflection. The fit retirees and funky kids, young families with babies sticking out of the baskets fixed on their bikes, all tinkling, laughing, chatting, mixing up in multicolored, gently flowing stream of people. And in the evening I would watch the football in the local pub, while on the weekend we would go out of the city, where the thick smell of cows is hovering above the shiny grass and silly sheep are happy to spend all their humdrum life unconsciously chewing clover. We'll reach the endless sea in half–an–hour and would be jumping, splashing, playing like kids, leaving the chain of traces on the dump sand, and when twilight arrives, run to the beach cafe, hungrily sinking our teeth in rich white flesh of toasted cod, crunching its crispy crust, fishing for tiny shrimps in the green salad, so huge it would be good for a family of seven, unwrapping an endless stripe of pink tearing salmon.
I would be happy waking up to chirrup of the restless birds on tranquil Sunday morning, listening to the hubbub of children and distant bells of trams, reminding me of childhood years under the high blue sky.