Edam, Netherlands: Cheese and Slavery
Sorry, Amsterdam. I don’t mean to totally dog you for the second post in a row. You really are great. Your waters calm my soul and your church bells lighten my steps. You’re bike-friendly. More than that, you’re PRO-bike. But even I, the normally happy-go-lucky, hopelessly-optimistic, yours truly wants to fly the bird at the world sometimes. I wanna leave you. It’s me, not you.
Edam. A town that proves that you haven’t seen a country until you’ve seen its country(side). Continue reading “Edam, Netherlands: Cheese and Slavery”
