A Love Letter to My Mistress

By: Amara Tamborini                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        6/7/16

Amsterdam, you have my heart. Our weekend getaway left me longing for more time with you. I was hesitant at first, unsure of what you had to offer. I was blinded by breasts and bud, ignorantly assuming that there was nothing beyond the red lights. How I was mistaken and so pleasantly surprised. After knowing you for only seventy-two hours, I have fallen madly in love with you. I adore the way the sun creeps through alleys and around corners as beams of light bounce off the canals, illuminating the streets and captivating those lucky enough to be stuck by the light. I love your wobbly cobblestone streets that press beneath my feet. And yes, I even love your hippy coffee houses with smoke that drifts out of splifs and windows. Mature and experienced, you have seen so much. Thank you for sharing all of you past, both full of beauty and sorrow. And yet, you have aged so gracefully, offering many treasures of the modern world. How you manage to have such a vivacious spirit, yet feel so serene amazes me. Only twenty-four hours away from you and I deeply miss your graceful boats that meander through canals. Oh how the sweet aroma of poffertjes and waffles swarmed my nostrils creating a craving that would not be satisfied until I devoured the chocolaty pastry myself. I would cross every bridge over every canal just to get to you.

Though it hardly feels like it, class is currently in session. I may not be in a classroom taking notes every day and vigorously studying for an exam, but I am acquiring new knowledge in unique ways every day. Over the weekend, I took a brief vacation to explore the city of Amsterdam. At first, the city had no appeal to me. I expected nothing more than   an abundance of marijuana and scandalous women of the Red Light District. Moments after arriving in Amsterdam, it was clear that I was mistaken. The city had a quaint and elegant atmosphere that placated all of my fears. Once we settled in to our cozy weekend apartment, we found our way to the Anne Frank Museum. A somber haze hung over the crowd as we silently climbed our way through the house. Chills shot up my spine and the hairs on my arms stood up straight the entire journey through the house. The following day we continued to take advantage of Amsterdam’s plentiful museum district. Entering a more modern side of Amsterdam, we attended the Stedelijk Museum of Modern Art. There, we browsed the museums impressive collection of modern painting, photographs and statues. We even became a part of the interactive works of art, engulfed in a sea of plastic balls and reaching new heights on a rope swing. Our beautiful weekend was enhanced by endless sunshine and eighty degree weather. Our wandering feet led us to Vondelpark and the floating tulip market where we were surrounded by blooming flowers and the Saturday crowd that lounged in the park. Our Amsterdam experience would not have been complete without consuming their famous poffertjes that were drenched in chocolate and whipped cream. On our final day, we saw the city from a new angel. We floated under eighty bridges, through the gentile canals as the sun shined down upon us. Somewhere in the canals you may find my heart driving along the water bed where I left it.

One thought on “A Love Letter to My Mistress

  1. Bestill my heart! It seems as though it was more than just the chocolate that captured you. I am happy for your sense of adventure.



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