I remember when I was a kid back in London, riding my bicycle around the neighborhood when this old lady looks at me wide eyed and asks what I was doing out so late at night. I just look at her and tell her well, of course I'm going to be out riding my bike, it's still sunny out. She points out to me that it's 11 at night.
I used to think it was ridiculous that my friend's mother would make them go to sleep at 7:00pm, when it was still bright and sunny outside. It seemed downright inhuman. It just seemed so bizarre that she would pick a schedule like that.
I remember when that was the most normal thing on earth. But here it is, Amsterdam, 10:24 and a bright as hell sunset.
10 O'clock. At night.
Man I miss Europe sometimes.