Here’s a tip: don’t go to Amsterdam if you’re not prepared to fall in love. Luckily — as we’ve learned from my previous escapades — I’m always prepared. And yet, I wasn’t at all. I dropped my bags at the Elephant Hostel in Amsterdam’s Jewish quarter on May 2 hoping for a good view at…
For this story, we’re going to jump back about 24 hours before I met Dick (stop here and read my previous post if you haven’t. Then come back.) A different person was about to enter my life and change it. You know what, while we’re at it, let’s jump back to before I left for…
I want to tell you about the first time I fell in love, because that’s really where my stories begin. And it only makes sense to start at the beginning. Actually, I fell in love twice, simultaneously. But I feel I must spoil it for you that only one romance lasted. That one is long…