They've probably gone hiding under the marijuana bushes.
Anyway, this morning I woke up and was itching to go to the museum, so I did. The Rijksmuseum, supposedly the biigest in Amsterdam, is underconstruction. Nevertheless, what it lack in quantity it makes up in quality. Rembrandt's works are displayed among contemporaries such as Johannes Vermeer and Jan Lievens. Although I've seen one of Rembrandt's self-portrait at the Met, I was more amazed by his self-portraits when they are displayed in a series, starting at the age of 22. Then, he had a dreamy, almost innocent look in his eyes, with the features a little blurred. As he ages, his expression becomes more intense, and sometimes with passiveness and perhaps agony. I also saw a beautiful sculpture of cupid, with dainty wings, curly, intricately carved hair, and an index finger pointed to his supple lips to quiet down the observer, as he quietly draw an arrow out of the quiver. The inscription was a beautiful quote that I tried to remember but now forgot :( I do plan to go back there with a notebook and pen the next time!
Earlier on, while I was standing in line to get into the museum, I started chatting with this guy named Raj from the States. He's 50+ (but looked a lot younger) and we hit it off right from the start. We chatted about China, India, Tibetan buddhism, all the paintings that we later saw, aerosols (the particles in the air that you can't see), clean rooms (where you get rid of aerosols to produce pharmaceutical products in a more than sterile room)... blah blah blah. We talked about meeing up again this week.
Then I met up with my AIesec buddy, and had tea for two hours. It was great to be able to instantly connect with someone from another culture. The man I met today had said something v. true, that people always pay more attention to the differences between cultures, but there really is more similarities than differences. In my case, I've become good friends with a Belgian, a Dutch, and an American all in a week. I love travelling!