Stroop, There It Is!

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National Tulip Day

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NTD is a celebration that kicks off tulip season in the Netherlands, and it happens in Dam Square on the third January of every year. For those of you familiar with the beauty that is Keukenhof, you understand that tulips are something that deserve a big splash of attention. The Square is filled with about 200,000 tulips that are up for grabs for whoever gets there in time to snag a spot in line before they’re all gone.

We were told about this event from a new friend met here in A’dam (shoutout to you Sonny!) and were so excited to check it out – SO excited that we didn’t think about the thousands of others who had the same plans for their Saturday morning. We thought we could stroll in, pick a tulip, maybe get a cute Insta while pulling the flower up from the crate, and go on our merry way into the day. Boy were we wrong.

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This picture doesn’t even do the crowd justice. This was only half the square and it was cut off from the line of hundreds of people waiting to get in. Shan and I only got to peek in because they offered a platform to watch the smart ones who arrived early posing for pics while picking their tulips. This platform was also uncomfortably crowded and someone was coughing on me while I took this picture #doitfortheblog.

Albert Cuyp Market

Our next stop was one of the places I’ve been the most curious about visiting – Albert Cuypmarkt (Cuyp is pronounced like “cowp” – I messed that up in our video). This market happens to be conveniently located near the Heineken Factory in the neighborhood known as De Pijp.

It’s been one of Amsterdam’s most popular markets since it began in 1904, and has been featured on many travel shows…so yeah, that’s where I got the idea to go. BUT, it was the fresh stroopwafels I saw with the drool-worthy caramel pull (1:21 in the video) that motivated me to get off my butt and venture off to this new place.

Boy am I happy I did…try to keep it in your pants because the following content is straight up food porn:

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Mini mother-effing pancakes with Nutella
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STROOP there it is!

Sweets aren’t the only things Albert Cuyp has to offer – vendors sell everything from fruit, vegetables, cheese, fish and spices to clothes, cosmetics and bedding – all of which I resisted because ya girl’s still unemployed.

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The Heineken Experience

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Next stop was the first Heineken brewery (est. 1864). We’ve received many recommendations from friends and family to go on the tour and learn the perfect pour, so that’s exactly what we did. It began with the history of the creator of Heineken, Gerard Adriaan Heineken, and continued with more about his grandson, Freddy, and other key people who made Heineken as refined and famous as it is today.

2 things that blew my mind about Heineken:

  1. It was one of the first brands to boil beer down to a science. Scientists relied on chemistry to experiment and master the perfect brew, which was revolutionary for its time.
  2. Many of the Heineken men who drove the brand received multiple medals and awards from different countries – not for their beer, but for their service to the world.

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The tour turns from history to good-ole-fashioned fun with interactive toys, games, and samples, of course. It ends with the two beers you get included with your entrance ticket (€16 per person) in a club-style atmosphere and another great view of the city.

Check out some of the other souvenirs we walked away with:

The following video is a bit odd:

What did we do after the Heineken factory? Grabbed a six pack of Heineken, of course. It was just the beginning to our night out in the Red Light District, which I’ll share more about once I can wrap my head around what I witnessed there.

Hope you’re all having a fantastic day and enjoyed reading!

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Fun fact: I once wrote a business plan for an ice cream shoppe named Scoop, There It Is! in my Intro to Management class. It was the coolest theoretical hangout ever out ever & you best believe I got an A.


Have a favorite flower? Ever been to a famous market? What’s the best brewery tour you’ve been on? We’re interested! Comment below to share them with us 🙂

Now That It’s Been a Few Days…

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…I can write a post about how it’s been adjusting to being in the city. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve already had a few waves of homesickness.

We’ve had our fair share of the nightlife thus far. When you’re six hours off from what you’re used to, you wake up late in the morning – or early afternoon in our case. I think we deserved ourselves a bit of fun to kick our adventure off right.

Night #2 started at the bar across the street.

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Inside was a drunk man named Kevin who insisted he was gay but proceeded to hit on us and try to kiss our cheeks. He may or may not have stuck his tongue out at us, and it wasn’t in a childish way. Don’t worry, it wasn’t just us. He did it to everyone in the bar…including the owner who was drunk off his ass on a Wednesday night. The other folks inside the bar included the bartender, another bar employee, and a man gambling his money away at a machine that was not being very nice to him.

Though I don’t remember their names, I remember everything about them.

First, I spoke with the other bar employee who has a brown ponytail and beard. I could barely hear him over the Dutch music reverberating off of the shiny foil-looking walls, but he told me he was from Romania and had lived in Amsterdam for 11 years. Apparently he came for a week’s visit with his friends and never went back. I’ve always wanted to meet someone who said “fuck it” that way, especially since this transition hasn’t been an easy one for me. I admire the way of the nomad – free to go wherever they’re drawn to rather than being stunted by the attachment to one place. It’s currently something I’m trying to master.

He pointed me toward the corner where another employee was curled up asleep in bed. This guy’s job was to be ridiculously cute.

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Okay, so the cat lady in me got out before I could stop her. This little nugget had piercing blue eyes and a thing for walking on the bar, and he almost fell asleep in my arms! My Romanian friend pictured above on the left told me he likes to call him “Friend”…which I misheard, so I called him Frank (shoutout to you, Frank!)

While I was drooling over kitty Frank, Shannon was making friends with the bartender. She only bartends two nights a week, and for the rest of the time she’s an office manager and is running her own business of being a stylist. She told us that Shannon’s color is coral, and that I’m a bottle-green or cherry. “It’s all about the subtle accents,” she said. Nails, lips, jewelry…all of these things go with a white blouse and black pants or jeans. I asked her where she was when I packed all of the other unnecessary shit in my suitcase.

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Because we were wide awake at midnight, we ventured into the Square again.

We walked around a few blocks to get to know the area and look for an ATM. Neither things happened, but we did find a cool McDonald’s where you pay on an LCD menu screen you’re ordering on. We also ran into two guys from Texas who said “y’all” many times. They had come to Amsterdam to indulge in the greenery.

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We found a bar that was open late named Woody’s, which we quickly discovered was a gay bar. The bartender poured us fireball shots that tasted like jaeger while putting his entire mouth around his glass of beer and knocking it back. People were dressed up in togas and singing Whitney Houston. All of it reminded me of college.

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I’m totally watching this show right now (The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt).

Our last and final stop was a tourist bar, Prime. Not gonna lie, I loved the familiar music that I could understand and dance to, but the best part about it was the free drinks we got from our new friends from the U.K.

All in all, we stayed up too late and missed half of another day because of it. Yesterday we wandered around aimlessly and visited the Red Light District before 10 pm, which we may go back to tonight to see it in its true late-night form. More to come on that one and the Rijksmuseum we visited today 😁

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