The Look of Love & Steep Steps of Amsterdam

 We were having dinner in Amsterdam when I suddenly looked up from the menu. This man was absolutely staring at me. He had such a look of love in his eye that I had to take a snapshot so that I could cherish it, as I'm doing right now.

Andrew is so patient and kind. My stroke left me with right-sided weakness, but I did GREAT with all the steep steps in Amsterdam.

These are looking up towards our flat. 

This doesn't count the eight or so steps in front of the building to enter the foyer. 

(My motto every time: "Don't look up. I can do it!")

The bathroom was to the right of this stairway, which meant one had to go down these steps to go to the john in the middle of the night. (Then, back up to get back into bed.)

And this is a partial view of the ten or so steps up to the kitchen from ...

... this beautiful room we called home for three nights. (Note the magnificent windows. When opened in the morning, we heard doves and blackbirds.)

There are a LOT of steep steps in Amsterdam. But I'm proud that I could do them. #strokesurvivorsneverquit