Needless to say, I was, shall we say, inebriated for most of this weekend, but sober or otherwise, I was able to appreciate this beautiful city, though at the same time felt frustrated that its feeling like the Las Vegas of Europe cheapened an otherwise important culture capital. Serious highlights precede silly anecdotes.
-contemplating the colors and strokes in a VERY impressionist painting of a glass of water in the Van Gogh museum
-seeing Vermeer paintings at the Rijkstmuseum
-visiting Anne Frank's hiding place and seeing her real diary at the end
-beautiful beautiful canals
-sharing a bed with Natalya 5 nights in a row
-popping Natalya's hostel cherry
-space cakes
-taking shots of jenevir (similar to rum) with an Australian and a South African
-once again managing to spend my Friday night at the hostel drinking with other Jews
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Glad to hear you and Natalya are sleeping together and that you spent Friday night with Jews :-)Makes me proud.
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