I Wanna Be A Culture Vulture: Amsterdam......you are very vierd

I will attempt to make this short and sweet. So I didn't particularly like Amsterdam. It kind of reminded me of a teenager. You know, where you like to do naughty stuff for the sake of being defiant. I couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle people where making of themselves. But I did love Amsterdam. Let me explain. I really respect uniqueness. That being said there really isn't anywhere I have ever been that compares. There are people from all over the globe that live in that city and give it its own vibe. So I think you are really weird Amsterdam, but I love ya anyways.
I went to the Van Gogh Museum. Not because I like him as an artist, I just figured that is what you were supposed to do. I actually have always thought he was kind of a quack. Ignorance! I actually really really loved the museum and have a new appreciation for him as an artist and as a person. They have over 500 pieces of his work. Starting from some of his early sketches to his finest masterpieces. You were able to see him transform from a beginner who was trying so hard to this amazingly talented artist. It was nice to be reminded that even people with natural abilities still have to struggle to develop what they have been given. His life is really well recorded from hundreds of letters to his brother. As he became more ill in his life you could see it in his pictures and in his letters to his brother. I actually ached for him. He mentioned so many times to his brother that he wanted to be an artist so he could leave the world a better place with something beautiful for others to enjoy.
I also visited the Anne Frank House. I wasn't really expecting much but I walked away with a new understanding. The front part of the house was her father's old office and it talked about her family and why they went into hiding and it had little models of the secret annex. I thought it was interesting but as I crawled through the secret doorway that was covered by a fake bookself I had such a strong feeling. I almost started to cry as I walked through the tiny area where these 8 people had to live for 2 years because of what they believed in. It was dark and uninviting and so small. It is so different to see something and experience it then to just hear about it so many times. I had a lump in my throat the rest of the time there and as I walked home.
And here is some lovely Amsterdam