Amsterdam is very crazy... It’s only now, at my Valentine's Day candlelight dinner in Berlin, that I will be able to write about Amsterdam. Amsterdam is very crazy... When you are in Amsterdam you have no time to write about it. Just to live it, with the intensity that it asks for. Amsterdam is very crazy. Crazy in the strict sense, which everyone imagine. But crazy, mainly, for the singular ability to combine the romanticism of the canals, of the architecture – I felt immerse in a labirint of huge dollhouses - and of the flowers everywhere, with a very modern society, that has already overcome issues that are still taboo worldwide. I arrived on a Thursday, 6 am. It wasn’t time to check in, so I left my bags in the locker and went to explore the city, by myself. No google maps. So beautiful. In the windows of the closed stores: porcelain, wooden toys, those decorated Dutch shoes, cheeses, tulips and suddenly...the Red Light District. In showcases women of many nationalities, a little sad eyes...And "toys" that needs a manual or some imagination to play with. It’s impressive, I will not deny it. Amsterdam started to wake up. Bicycles begin to circulate through the channels. Many of them. Infinite. Big boys go to school alone with their bikes. The babies go on the baskets of their parents' bikes (sooo cute!). The ladies go to the market by bicycle. And couples leaves their boat -houses on the canals. A good morning kiss. She wearing her high hells. He in a suit. Each one on their own bike. And they go to work. EVERYTHING. IS MADE. BY BIKE. You can also use the Tram, but in Amsterdam everything is done on foot ( or bike, of course) An special place? Bloemenmarket! A flower market, where you can find the most beautiful tulips I've ever seen! In flower, in bulb (they look like onions, actually) or seeds in little bags. In the same market it’s possible to buy a infinite of cannabis products. Coockies and lollipops. Massage oil and soap. They share the shelves with various souvenirs, fridge magnets and “ I love Amsterdam” keychains, orange shirts from the Dutch national football team and tradicional porcelain. Isn't it crazy Amsterdam? But Amsterdam isn’t only all about flowers and psychedelic trips. This city keeps stories. Sad stories. Visiting the Anne Frank’s House requires persistence. 2h in line. But above all, it takes courage. I honestly don’t recomend it, especially if you are na emotional person. I couldn’t contain the tears in my eyes despite the other 300 people who occupied the cubicles at the same time, many of them visibly emotional too. Amsterdam has many important Museums, my favorite, the Van Gogh Museum. Genius!!! don't know about you, but I'm completely fascinated by Van Gogh. Hear part of his letters and observe his vigorous brushstrokes and its exciting colors so closely with my own eyes was a big privilege .. It was magical! And expensive. My biggest expense in "souvenirs" ever. The Heineken experience is valid if you like beer. You can take YOUR Heineken with your label. I wrote "Eurotrip 2020” and signed, to celebrate that moment. Sorry, french people, but the best cheese in the world is Dutch and it's called Gouda! Oh My God, what a delight! Especially combined with the right mustard, which they are also experts on. Amsterdam is much more than that and I’m sure I’m not able to express in words the incredible feeling of being there. So many beautiful images to remember, of flowered channels and parked bicycles, of boat houses and tulips, of the Sunflowers and Van Gogh's self-portraits. They have delicious flavors, from Gouda and honeymoustard. They are an educated, smiling and talkative people, concerned with health and the environment, who move almost exclusively by bicycle and who multiply flea markets and plant based restaurants around the city. It’s an atmosphere of calm and euphoria coexisting. Ah! Almost forgetting ... About coffeshops: Dolphins is more love and less Mc'Donalds. At least that's what they told me.