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Daily writing prompt

If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

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I’ve been dreaming a little lately… and if I could pick anywhere to go, Amsterdam is seriously calling my name. It’s got that perfect mix of beauty, brains, and accessibility—a place where history, healing, and just enough weirdness all live in harmony. One of the biggest reasons it’s on my radar? It is incredibly wheelchair-friendly. The whole city is flat, and their public transit actually makes sense. Trams with ramps, buses that don’t make you feel like you’re trying to board a spaceship—it’s like they planned for real people with real bodies.

That’s a big deal for us. With my husband being an amputee, traveling often comes with a checklist of “how much suffering are we willing to tolerate for this experience?” But in Amsterdam, it feels like we wouldn’t have to fight so hard to just be. The idea of rolling through Vondelpark together, pausing by the canals, or hopping on one of those accessible boat cruises—it feels doable. Peaceful, even. And I know he’d appreciate that sense of freedom just as much as I would.

You better believe I’d also be sniffing out the juice bars, organic markets, and a stack of gluten-free Dutch pancakes like I was on a sacred mission. Amsterdam seems like the kind of place where you can be deeply well without having to explain yourself. I could show up with my Bach flowers, oils, and diffuser necklace without raising a single eyebrow—and that kind of freedom? That’s healing in itself.

Spiritually, I am drawn to quiet places like Begijnhof which is a tucked-away courtyard that’s home to a small English Reformed Church. It feels like the kind of spot where we wouldn’t have to perform our faith—we could just rest in it. We could sit in that stillness together, no noise, no fixing, just presence.

Of course, I know we’d have to be smart about where we stay. Some of those old canal houses look like stair traps straight from a ninja training camp. But the city has plenty of accessible hotels, and even the airport and taxis are built to work with you, not against you. That kind of thoughtfulness takes a huge weight off.

And while we’d totally go for the museums and the tulips… let’s not pretend we wouldn’t accidentally wander into a coffee shop asking for chamomile. Plot twist: it’s absolutely not chamomile. I’m not saying we’d smoke anything, but if my husband and I both “accidentally” slept through a canal tour afterward… mind your business.