ABOUT ME
Famsterdam Life is a travel and lifestyle blog whose goal is to actually tear down the barriers between travel and ordinary life.
We all love to travel, but not all of us out there feel like years on the road non-stop. So most of us wonder if we can embed into everyday life some of traveling's wonderful distinctive traits.
That is what I ultimately write about.
Among all the bike rides around Amsterdam, this outta be one of my favorites, and here I’ll write about the first time we conquered it!
The way there is fabulous: the lovely fishermen village of Durgerdam is just a stone-throw away from Amsterdam, yet it seems stuck centuries in the past. Then you follow the coastline all the way to the island… as you maybe remember from my previously failed attempt to reach it!
This time around I went there with my friend Bert, we cycled all the way to the eastern tip, where you can see this bad-ass, marvelous lighthouse.
Last year I was visiting the Louvre museum in Paris.
…with such an introduction, you’re probably now expecting a super famous thing like the Mona Lisa. Instead, I’ll show you the thing that I remember the most vividly: a casual ceiling. I was walking through the rooms, when I raised my eyes and saw this painting.
This is the ancient Greek story of Icarus, the son of Daedalus, who flew too close to the Sun. Our lovely star melted Icarus’ wax wings, causing him to drown in the sea and that specific sea to be named afer him.
I stared at the piece for 30 minutes, and concluded that it’d be worth alone the visit to the museum. It is SO beautiful. I went home convinced that I had spotted some random, unknown ceiling masterpiece, but then found out that it gets the recognition it deserves: it was painted by Merry-Joseph Blondel in 1819.
Another post about my time in Chile, written in 2011. This was meant to be a follow-up to The Walls of Valparaiso.
Hey all, welcome to the second instalment of the Valparaiso Trilogy! There are a zillion dogs in Valparaiso. They have no official owner, but the adjective “stray” doesn’t fully belong here either, as one entity cares for them: the entire community. People love dogs and take care of their basic needs. Restaurants feed them with their leftovers, private citizens occasionally take them home for a good brush.
For good or bad, the four-legged population of Valparaiso is one of the city’s distinctive traits. They are such an institution that some kind of dog art pops out occasionally along the streets of the hills hoods.
This picture was taken as I entered Las Vegas on a Greyhound bus on an August night. It was 5pm, I was coming from Flagstaff, Arizona. The bus had briefly stopped in a squallid McDonald around 2am. I had slept very little during the journey, nonetheless I was awake in excitement as we entereed into town. I was going to spend 19 more sleepless hours in Sin City and I knew it. Despite the early hour, the city wasn’t sleeping either.
