The last couple of months of my trip were an absolute whirlwind of a ride. I packed up my suitcase, threw out or gave away half of my belongings and left Hamburg for Amsterdam with two Canadian buddies. For those of you who have been to Amsterdam I don't need to tell you what a sensational blur it was. Hazy bike rides around over canals and cobblestone streets, mind-blowing art galleries, cafe lounging and a touch of dirty lust.
Ibiza was about clubs, cocktails on the beach and spanish cuisine. I loved the experience, but Ibiza wasn't me. Give me a live spanish guitarist over a club-pumping dj any day.
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