After weeks of doubting whether it was a good idea in light of covid, we finally got on the plane to Spain on the 17th of August. We changed our flight to avoid travelling through the more risky area of Barcelona. We traded four days in Spain for the comfort of a direct flight and a weekend on a dirty boat in Amsterdam. Not so bad, and we still had two lovely weeks at the coast. I’ll take you along on the adventure, except for the four days I spent in Santiago de Compostela – they’ll be in a next post. Read more »

And breathe… That’s exactly what my boyfriend and I thought when we arrived on the ‘dirty boat’ in Amsterdam. The entrance door was wide open, there was no employee to be spotted and our keys were laying at the bar. At this point we were still excited about the boat and the room, which quickly changed when we actually entered the room. Not only was it hotter than a sauna, it also seemed like nobody had bothered to vacuum clean in the last month. We went for a walk, both slightly disturbed by our room on the boat. “Do you think there will be an employee once we return to talk to?” Spoiler: no there wasn’t. “Do you think we can find a vacuum cleaner?” Spoiler: no we couldn’t. Once we returned from our walk, we cleaned the room as well as we could by getting a little creative with lots of toilet paper, water and hand soap. Now it was okay, the room was okay. Read more »