drown up in the air

This weekend was spent in Amsterdam, the wonderful capital of the Netherlands. I don't know what it is, but I seriously fell in love with this city. I've been here for over a hundred times but still I always feel excited and cheerful walkin' though the small alleys or along the canals.
It is possible to fall in love with a place? Guess it might... I don't thing many people from abroad understand this Amsterdam love, maybe you really have to be established for that.

 Yesterday, Saturday, I went to the theater academy, in Amsterdam. Like I said in my previous post I want to go there, perhaps. You know what it is about Amsterdam? It's the feeling you get when you walk through the center with high heels and red painted lips. I can't describe it very well, and the feeling hasn't got a name, but I heard more people recognize this phenomenon. You feel so grown-up, like an Amsterdam student. Maybe one day I'll just buy a house in Amsterdam, then I could feel like it all the time.

 I stayed at a really great friend of mine, who lives there. This morning I spent in a huge man-shirt, listening to Jack Johnson's music, drinking tea. I'm so fond of Sunday mornings like these, doing nothing useful at all. A pity that I had to return home early this afternoon. In the train I wrote a lot, like I always do in the train. Particular that it feels so calm, trains give me so much space to think, while it's actually full of noise all the time.

Kisses,
Caroline

makin' banana pancakes

You know that magical day you wake up early, still a bit sleepy, you open the curtains and THEN: With your eyes wide open you look around, your whole world is painted white and it feels like you live in Narnia.

Though it's not very much, yet, I really feel like a child playing in the snow, making snowman's and throwing snowballs to each other. I suddenly remembered how it felt when your hands are so cold you cannot bend them anymore. Anyway, until there isn't more snow pouring down from the shy I'll be dancin' in my skirt which is fluttering so wonderful.

wearing:
berret: vintage
skirt: primark
belt: zara
jumper: vintage
shoes: van haren (dutch store)

Sweet love and kisses,
Caroline

P.S. Try this: Go to this site (click!) . Now open another tab, go to YouTube and listen to Jack Johnson's jollify song 'Banana pancakes'. I discovered this rain-sound-site early this morning and I directly fell in love with it! I actually made banana pancakes because I liked the song so bad. Pancakes + Nutella + Banana = Heaven.