19 June, 2008 | Leave a Comment

I haven’t had much internet access lately.  Little German villages don’t have internet cafes or even wireless to steal.  Oh well.  I had a nice relaxing time in Germany — I rented a bike and rode along the Rhine bike path.  It was loads of fun.  However, two days of peace, quiet and fresh air is all I can stand.  I was ready to get out of there.  In my old age, I am becoming quite the city girl.  I don’t do well in small towns for longer than a day or two.  I start to go mad.  I am not happy about this fact, but I accept it.  Perhaps my lungs need a steady dose of pollution to keep functioning.

So where am I now?  Amsterdam, baby!  I just arrived, having taken three trains from the little German village where I was staying to get here.  Right now I am currently in an internet cafe surrounded by people smoking marijuana.  The air is filled with smoke.  It’s making me nauseous, actually. I am drinking a bottle of water and that’s it.  I know I am a nerd.  The debauchery available in a city like Amsterdam is wasted on me.  I have no interest in smoking pot or hanging out in the red light district.  No, I am glued to my copy of Anne Frank’s diary (which is breaking my heart) and looking forward to the Van Gogh museum.  But you know, I am the rebel when you think about it.  All these Americans flocking here to get stoned and drunk are just following the crowd.  They’re so predictable.  I go to the beat of my own drummer.

[Well, that's one way to spin it!]

A man named Mr. Singh is washing my underpants next door.  [Don't get the wrong idea -- he owns a laundry.  German villages not only don't have internet, they don't have laundromats.  However, they do have good food and that's all that really matters in life.]  I guess I better sign off.  After all, being seen in a place like this could ruin my chances of ever running for political offce.  I wish I could get online with my own computer, since I have some photos of Prague I’d like to upload, but I guess I will have to wait until I get home.  I don’t want to go home, by the way.  Sigh.  This is the last stop on the Anglofille Euroepean Dental Tour Summer 2008. I return to London late on Monday night.  I miss London, but not other things there.  Let’s just leave it at that!

Okay, now this coffee shop is playing Bob Marley.  How cliched can you get?!

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1. Silvana Says:

   June 19th, 2008 at 10:40 pm

   You are such a rebel! No smoking pot? Love it! I await all your tips for seeing Amsterdam. Have a great weekend!

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