I had drinks tonight with my friend then started walking home. I stopped in at a place and met an effeminent African-French tourist and a man of unknown origin and name (aka Mr. Thatsnotimportant). Quite possibly some kind of cult/terrorist recruiter. As I walked home from the experience I thought," Damn I missed this place!"
I missed my long walk home, the beautiful buildings and the freaky people all around. What ever you think, it's ok to talk about here.
There's a lot I didn't say in the US. There were unfair dichotomies in Brazil that frightened me. But in Amsterdam it's all good.
I'm glad to be, a few paces from, home.
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O.K. It's pretty clear. (and I understand how you feel about that beautiful, old city) You are never going to leave Amsterdam. Just one thing.....what are the retirement homes like there?.....Mom
Amsterdam is pretty cool, J.D. I had the pleasure of your son's company in showing it to me. For some reason, a night tour wasn't included in the travel package!
Amsterdam rocks and placed itself right after Prague in my list of favorite cities.
Cool. Even hair is multicultural.
Mom, the old-folks' homes line the beaches along the coast.
Uhm, as I recall someone planned a return train at the same time the preferred restaurant was having it's first sitting.
I tried to go to Prague once! But that's a long story.
Actually Dawg the hair was a weapon. Thus adding to the excitement of the night.
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