plans change with the leaves

I had set myself several tasks for this afternoon, but instead I'm thinking about Amsterdam.  People like to write songs about Amsterdam (Three come instantly to mind: Peter, Bjorn and John; Coldplay; Van Halen).  And I am thinking about Spain.  Vines crawling across white walls so bright under the sun I have to close my eyes.  Walking through cobbly courtyards beside old churches.  And I'm thinking about China, oddly ennough.  I haven't thought of that for a while.