The most important location in Amsterdam

It isn't a train station, a museum, a Maarkt, or a Church. It isn't a coffeeshop, a brothel, or a cafe. It's a house boat, one of many on the canals and rivers that snake through the city. But this houseboat doesn't have unique art or grass on top of its roof. What makes this houseboat unique and obviously very special to me is that it is filled with cats.

De Poezenboot

I have theories about destiny, but I never knew these theories were true, until now.

Composition Studies

Blogs don't form well under pressure when I attempt them. They're not diamonds or these delicious waffles that we ate at the Albert Cyupmaarkt(?) . These are called stroupwaffles I believe, and they are made using crispy, thin waffles, though they're really more like pancakes made on a griddle I guess, since they were brown and flattish. You take two of these pancakes and you perform a secret. The secret is to add delicious syrup. You spread a dallop of syrup on one waffle and stick the other on top. Then you eat and hope it the syrup doesn't get over your clothes. But you hands inevitably end up being the sweetest things after this snack. More so than the sex museum, a slightly awkward walk past neon lit windows with girls dancing, more so even than spending a spacey afternoon in a coffeeshop, this is Amsterdam, a sticky delicious mess that probably costs too much, but whatever.

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Amsterdam

That thermal underwear that I took out of my pack on Tuesday Night would have been useful this morning. The temperature was about 60 degrees F, and Sean was even colder than I am, despite being a little bit hairier. I'm in the Bibliotheek right now, where internet is free, as it should be forever and ever. It's a little bit past the statue of Anne Frank and this store called A Space Oddity. Classic rock forms a central motif for much of Amsterdam. We passed by the Pink Floyd Coffeeshop and two coffeeshops called The Doors. There's a flourescent light museum called Electric Ladyland. I have exactly five minutes left on this computer. I'll recount a story that is likely the quintessential moment of my existence. I was napping yesterday afternoon in the tent we set up at Camping Zeenburg. Sean was awake. I muttered in my sleep "Sean you did really well with those sandwiches."Sean was perplexed. "What? What sandwiches?" he replied. "What did I say"I somnastically replied. ""You complimented me on the sandwiches." "I don't know what that means, Sean, but you did really well with those sandwiches," then I promptly rolled around and fell back asleep. I don't remember any of this happening, but Sean related it to me when I woke up. Maybe it didn't really happen, but, honestly, it's the kind of thing I would say when I'm asleep.

I haven't left yet

I have not left yet.