One of the best perks of adulthood should be the love of Sundays. I mean, when i remember about how i used to detest them, i have an immediate feel of relief i’m out of that place. Now that i think about it, loving a Sunday is easy when you don’t have a deadly hangover.
Sundays usually start with coffee and breakfast out, and from there we see where the day leads us. Ultimately we’ve been having a green smoothie before leaving the house to both ensure we don’t arrive starving to the coffee place and we do the necessary vitamination before we even have time to think.
First stop was an old favorite of ours, Coffee Bru, at Beukenplein. I used to live in the area and visit the place on a daily basis, so i still do need to satisfy my cravings for their banana bread from time to time. Other than that the atmosphere is just adorable there; the fact they have the sweetest team of barristas in town really makes the place (okay, banana bread does an important part as well). Once there, man read all the weekend newspapers he could get his hands on, woman got herself into instagram, blog, and the occasional newspaper article.
Afterwards, all we needed was a leg stretch so we parked the bikes in front of the Brewerij aan ‘t Ij, the famous craft beer brewery, also known as “The Windmill”, which we intentionally ignored to avoid this to be the end of our stroll (Zatte beer, anyone?). From there we hustled in the direction of the Oostelijk Havengebied (Eastern Harbours). I have this intense love for certain streets of Amsterdam and the Czaar Peterstraat is surely one of them. Strolling along such a quiet street in the middle of the city buzz, that was real therapy to me.
Then we head on to the Funenpark, an area which won a couple of arquitecture awards in The Netherlands. This neighborhood is an example of how ingenious arquitecture can make your life so much happier, especially in the context of a creatively designed surrounding landscape.
From there we set off to the Indische Buurt, where i lived when i first arrived to Amsterdam. In the meanwhile we fooled around with shooting a sort of OOTD – Outfit of the Day – (oh god, oh god). After a good examination of how gentrified the Molukenstraat is, compared to four and a half years ago, we went for a drink at Studio K, one of my beloved places, as i sat there for countless hours in my early days of Amsterdam.
Time for the man to catch a movie and for the woman to get a home session of Yoga & meditation. As for the end of the day, we had a drink scheduled at the new BAUT (Baut & Dreesman, to be more specific), the pop-up restaurant where a good friend of ours works. They recently moved to the hectic Rokin, to the space of a recently bankrupt department store, a spot which photography fanatics will be delighted to visit.
I think ‘Anatomy of a Sunday’ is going to be a recurring topic here in the blog. Let me know your thoughts on it and what the anatomy of your Sunday looks like!
Wait a sec, where is the ootd? I’ll publish it on Facebook and Instagram. Isn’t it a lovely excuse for you to follow Amsterdive over there?