Quiet wind blowing through the hotel room curtains. Head still flying in the fluffy clouds of sweet night dreams. I push myself out of the bed, still dizzy from the sudden movement, chaotically researching the area around the bed for the dressing gown. Oh! Here it is! I put it on, open the curtains, and it’s all clear to me. The sweet dreams I’d been having were nothing other than last night’s memories of this magical city I’ve woken up in; memories of Amsterdam.
Photos: Daniel Dykes