There is no way I can adequately describe the bicycle situation . Everyone rides them. They are propped up and locked up everywhere. They fly down the streets. They carry babies in seats on the front and older kids on the back. Crossing the streets is an act of courage. They appear out of nowhere and are very stealth. Rarely hear a bell although most bikes have them. The bike paths are part of the roads and finding room for trolleys, pedestrians, cars and bikes is a work of engineering. Many many cars are electric so between silent cars and bikes, it is much quieter than large cities. Everyone spoke English and was very nice. The bathrooms were spotless. If I could live in one of those narrow canal houses (very very expensive) in the nice weather , I would be happy in Amsterdam.
Fortunately, walking is not a hardship for us and we managed to pile up the steps most days. Makes me happy to know that my persistence in regular walking does pay off. I don't think we held up the young people all that much although sometimes we went our separate ways.
It's good to be home with so many memories. And now it's back to learning. I finished Abby and was mostly pleased. I met her on my usual morning walk and took several pics and told her dad that I might practice drawing her. I gave them the picture and they were thrilled and surprised. Next up is a friend's old dog but I'm doing it from a younger picture. They don't know about it and I got the picture from their occasional dog sitter. It's going well.
"It's so weird ..... being the same age as old people."