Amsterdam

Amsterdam was a particulalry ridiculous city. We get there and Peter an I decide to get some dinner. While discussing what we want to eat, some restaurant owner ropes us into his Italian joint (haha) and sits us down at a nice table. He immediatley orders our waitress to serve us free garlic bread because we looked like 'nice guys.' I was somewhat confused about what was going on. He then asks us if we like the waitress. "Sure," I say, "she seems nice." With a ridiculous grin on his face he raises his eyebrows and said, "You want?" "Want what?" I replied in my state of retarded naivety. "Do you want her?" said the man. "No thanks," said Peter while kicking me under the table in a 'what the fuck is wrong with you' kind of way. Peter then explained the birds and the bees to me and I was disgusted.

After that we did the typical Amsterdam things: Anne Frank house, Vondelpark, Rembrandt house, coffee shops, red light district, etc. One of the highlights was eating at Wagamama and then drinking the finest beer in the world at the Gollumn Inn.

On the last day I had one of the strangest experiences in Europe thus far. We were walking past a pack of about 70 school children who were on their lunch break. One asked me where we were from and I told it we were American. Suddenly, seventy pre-teens began making vomiting noises to express their distaste of America. I never felt so hated.... : (

Back now and all is well. Raisin weekend is coming up which means nothing to most of you, but it should be a good time. Take care everyone.