Day Three

Well we had the Amsterdam experience. We went to the Anne Frank House first of all. That was cool. Did yall read that in middle school? Then we had a little lunch of rolls, peanuts, salami and these really good little waffle cookies with caramel in the middle. Then we went to the Van Gogh museum. I was little put off by the 10 ticket price, especially when the guidebook and my ticket both said 7,50. But it was more than worth it once we got inside and saw probably one hundred Van Goghs, as well as some from Lautrec, Monet, Manet, and Gaughain.
We were about museum-ed out by now so we decided to sleep for a while on the lawn in front of their big concert hall. I awoke to the sound of a raging Dutch hobo shouting at a bunch of teenagers. It turns out that the 'F' word is the same in every language. Then we got a bit lost (intentionally) and ended up in a part of town where we were sure we were the only tourists. Amsterdam is quite ordinary once you do that. I should mention that this whole time we would stop and play frisbee for a few minutes in every available open space. At one point, this caused me to create about a six inch rip in the seat of my pants. I have since sewn them.
On the way back, we met a twenty-something year old guy from Georgia who was touring with his mother. They were really weird. Rob can elaborate if he likes.
So Amsterdam was fun. It was, of course, full of people who wanted to (quoting this guy on the train) "get drunk, get stoned, and get laid". According to him, that is the only reason to come to Europe.


       
left: A Van Gogh right: a dutch guy joined in and played frisbee with us here.