blasphemy! my apologies, readers. i was gone in amsterdam this weekend, which might explain the lack of updates. i'd tell you lots of stories about amsterdam, but there is no way they will be able to tell you how the city really is.
we got on the train early friday morning (6:55 am!). train>plane. though i do love airports and hanging out in the terminals (this is not sarcastic), you still have to go through all that crappy check in/security stuff with planes. on a train, you just walk on and it leaves. i could've arrived at 6:50 and been on the train with 5 minutes to spare.
after the 4 hour train ride, we checked in at the hostel and found anne frank's house. this experience is definitely one that i couldn't write about. i don't own it enough to do that, if that makes any sense.
later in the day we visited the sex museum. my conclusion? everyone everywhere in every time period has loved sex.
red light district friday night. it's bizarre having a mostly naked hooker staring at you, eying you, trying to get you to come in for a romp. what's weird is a lot of the girls were fat and ugly (and covered in enough make up to conceal the latter). hats off to the girls for dealing with the creepy groups of men staring at their boobs.
biking around the city saturday. i thought for sure i was going to die in one of those intersections. they're not the nice square ones like we have in san ramon/sb...they're more like everybody's coming in from a different angel with little regard for what color the light is and who's crossing right now. but we got to do a loop around vondelpark at dusk, and that made my trip.
van gogh saturday afternoon. i didn't know much/anything about van gogh before i went in, so i was a bit apprehensive. but then i read those little info bits by the paintings, and learned a crap ton about him. now van gogh gets a gold star in my book.
the souvenirs in holland are the best. (fyi, i just looked up the holland/netherlands thing. north and south holland are two provinces in the netherlands, but we english speaking folk tend to get confused and call the whole country holland. silly us) i love those little shoes, and the windmills! i'd love to get back there and see the windmills when the tulips are in bloom.
oh, yeah, we went to some coffeeshops. :-P
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