Amsterdam Part II
For starters, I'm a bit obsessed with the architecture of Amsterdam.
Windows flung open in greeting to the world...
If you don't find this funny... you're not my friend.
(For clarification, since the picture is really small, the engraving on the building reads: Homo Sapiens Non Urinat In Ventum.)
Okay apparently I was so taken with the kickassedness of these window shutters, I failed to notice the guy in the Santa suit riding one of those thought-reading scooters....
Does this count as architecture?
In Vondelpark...
Kate (my roommate here in Rome, as opposed to my friend Katie in Paris) and I rented bikes!!!!
Can I frame a shot or can I frame a shot? Hehehe looks like a high school year book glamour shot...
Vondelpark is full of interesting characters (does the cute one not look like Jon Goldstein??)
Those damn kids knocked the tree over!
Museumplein!
Later on our bike ride, I saw "Lyceum" on this building. Now I don't know Latin, but my knowledge of Italian and French led me to (falsely) believe that through these arches would be a high school. "Kate! Let's go cruise hot high school boys!" Boy, were we disappointed.
Okay, 1,000,000 to 1 chances: ran into Steve Ritten from Tulane in the middle of the Red Light District, where our hotel happened to be located (although it conveniently left that tidbit of information out of its advertisement blurb in our guide book...) So, here's Steve lighting a tiny match from a tiny match book. Wow, life is fun, huh?
Our new Austrian buddy, Richard (pronounced Risschhkksksrd), who bestowed upon us a jewel of knowledge that every Austrian is apparently taught from birth: Every time you light a cigarette from a candle, you kill a seaman. Boy, other cultures are dumb, huh?
Kate, totally and 100% sober.
Me with my new BFFs at Kadinsky, a much-frequented coffee shop during our stay.
I mentioned the prime location of our hotel, right?
Rembrandt's "The Night Watch," 3D
