Here I am with my sister in front of the Rijkmuseum, an art museum in Amsterdam.

Initially, we decided to visit Amsterdam because my friend found cheap tickets and not because of the whole drug scene. But every time I told someone about the trip they gave me that look, like I know exactly why you're going there. Continue reading

I arrived in Utrecht in the Netherlands two weeks ago, gigantic suitcase in tow. I came to Holland knowing very little about the country. I pictured it as a pastoral landscape rife with tulips, windmills, and wooden shoes. But Dutch identity extends beyond these well-worn stereotypes.

Many people complain about Dutch food, deeming it primitive (most dishes consists of fried batter and cheese). Continue reading