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.