On the island of Burano, the houses are bright and colorful, and the clock seems to stop moving.

As I came through Glencoe that night, the sky opened, for the first time since I had been in the country. The stars were beautiful, and stood out even among the bright moonlight.

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I arrived at Schiphol airport late the night before. I hopped on the tram and rode to Prinsengracht (my street) to walk to my hotel. Sleep came fast and it wasn’t long before I was dreaming on the images I hoped to make the next day.