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Sint Maarten's (Like Halloween, but Better)
... bring light to those who are generous.
It really is a great holiday, and I have to say their songs beat our "Trick or Treat/smell my feet/give me something good to eat" by a mile.
Happy Sint Maarten's!
And to my friends back home, a good Veteran's Day. I know it's a bit of a footnote, but my thoughts have been with those who have served or are currently serving in our ...
Enjoying Amsterdam's buzz
... littered the museum and highlighted different aspects of everyday life and Anne’s attempts to comprehend the circumstances. The museum also made frequent references to what her father, Otto Frank, had wanted the museum to show and teach future generations.
Reijksmuseum The Reijksmuseum is the main historical art gallery in Amsterdam. On the ground floor were artworks and objects of merchant ships and warships, which explained the background for the golden ...
Amsterdamaged?
... the foundations sinking or getting wet and rotting.
We ventured into the sex museum which was a sight and a half. It didn’t phase mum she didn’t even bat an eyelash but some of the rooms were like watching porn. Very full on but an amusing museum none the less. The giant plastic penis was a great photo op as were the interactive props that seems to jump out of the wall at you. I believe at one point a plastic bum attached to the wall ...
Farewell Iceland
... as nobody knew our itinerary or the fact we were staying there, and neither of us knew anyone in the Netherlands (if anyone can shed some light on this mystery, please tell). With that curious event still puzzling us we got refreshed before hitting the nightlife of Amsterdam. We saw the night sights and the myriad of people stumbling from one locale to the next, eventually returning to the guesthouse to relax and get prepared for our next foray into ...
Farting
... supermarket for more food because we are fat pigs, but it was closed so we went looking for a little shop somewhere like an off license but I don't think Amsterdam has them.
Cameron is dead now and keeps fartting and we need to sleep to wake up for our train to Bruges. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYEEEEE
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