today is warm and sunny. I think something about Jakob's one room, open apartment makes me wish to write again. maybe it is simply having the time to think about writing, instead of the constant motion of sightseeing. I've made a mess of the corner with my bag in it, the 7 days worth of clothes spilling out on to the floor, half clean but not dry. The sun is out and children can be heard stomping around on designer sidewalks (even though we aren't in a hip part of town). Everything in Amsterdam is cute and quaint and seems to function quite smoothly. The comfort of Cargo shorts and comfy sandals speak of a different kind of a relaxed atmosphere different than the coffee-drinking culture of Croatia. There is nothing to prove via sparkly earrings or designer clothes, or at least that is my guess. I should have more to say, but I don't. The pleasantness of Amsterdam is relatively uninspiring, and nothing is challenging except my own acceptance of the quantity of cute designer stores, bikes with babies napping in front, and the deliciousness of a warm apple pie.