“Take your lady to Gordon’s Wine Bar!” I remember enthusiastically writing in a facebook message to him. I gave him all sorts of tips and suggestions, none of which I knew he would never use, but I provided him with anyway. He had asked me to give his girlfriend some reassurance about Amsterdam. I did what I could; don’t walk around the Red Light District alone, and watch your things if you do, don’t take photos and keep to yourself. She was worried about the place but I knew better, I knew there was nothing to really worry about except succumbing to worry itself. He had contacted me after so long, and I gladly adhered to suggesting things for him to do. But deep, down inside, I wish I had experienced Europe with him instead of who he experienced Europe with.
