Lastly

I really spent most of my day getting lost. Like off the map lost. After which I was nodding off to a canal boat cruise. By before being lost I spent some time at the Anne Frank House.

A weird feeling indeed. Where the tourists on the floor above you make you feel the presence of the hidden family so many years ago. I could feel their ghosts haunting that building. Anne's room still pasted with photos of celebrity and royalty... Not unlike Bridget's top bunk.

Moving. But I can't really describe why.