It already seems like a lifetime ago that Fashionchick invited me and three other lovely blogger girlies from Germany, France and the Netherlands to spend a fashion-packed weekend in Amsterdam. It was like a sweet dream I never wanted to end, but here I am, back in London, my suitcase still unpacked and reality finally catching up with me.
Every time I close my eyes I’m back in Amsterdam, having a laugh with the other girls by the canals. It sounds mega cheesy, but I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to meet so many amazing people, stay in a fantastic hotel, explore one of the most beautiful cities you can possibly imagine and be invited to Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week. Thank you so much Fashionchick for making all of this possible!
Of course I’m not gonna keep all our fun adventures to myself, though. Sharing is caring, right? So be prepared for two weeks of Amsterdam-related travel reports, outfit posts and reviews starting today with my impressions of our first day.
Without map or smartphone we just started walking. There was so much to see, hear, feel and smell. It was truly magical.
After two hours of exploring and chilling in the sun, we made our way back to the hotel to meet the other two bloggers, Emilie from Songes Funambules, and Iris from Fashion Zen, and of course the gorgeous girls from Fashionchick for a drink in the 5&33 bar.
We had such a laugh, but soon enough tummies started rumbling, so us four bloggers left the hotel for Prinsengracht and indulged on the hugest pancakes you could possibly imagine. They almost looked like Pizzas, and were exactly what we needed after a long day.
Luise and I were eager to visit the Anne Frank House after, so we hurried up with the food and made it just in time before they stopped letting in visitors. I didn’t take any pictures inside out of respect for the other visitors and simply because it was a very emotional experience for me too. If you ever visit Amsterdam, the Anne Frank House is a must. But be prepared to shed a tear or two…especially if you’ve read Anne Frank’s diary (which obviously you should, if you haven’t done so already).
Then we walked back to the hotel, said good night and weren’t heard of until the next morning.