whenever it rains, my mind automatically goes to amsterdam.
i used to wake up early to work morning cafe at the hostel. a lot of times, i biked in the pouring rain & arrived at the hostel wet & ready to make a gazillion pancakes or eggs or french toast (whatever we were serving that day) for the travelers.

i wonder if i'll ever find myself at shelter jordan again? it would be a different set of people, but i think i would go back. i wonder if you'll ever take me back there.