Like all American students in the abroad land must, as a right of passage, I traveled to the total like party center of like Europe. Yes, the one with the the legal hookers and mary jane errywhere. The one with the dope bike culture and little boys who stick their fingers in dikes. Amsterdam.
And yes. Everything they say is true. There ARE prostitutes. And weed. And people who speak Dutch.
But what they don’t tell you is how much you will EAT in this Sodom and Gomorrah replica city. Because everyone is stoned, they have the best munchies the world has ever seen. Jonesing for some french fries? Waffles? shawarma? They have it all.
It was a bit like this. But with more sausage.
In my attempt to save money, I brought a loaf of bread and peanut butter. However, I then found myself being so jealous of the pancakes, Argentinian steakhouses, and burgers that I rebelled and ate more bread than anyone should eat ever. Oh and did I mention the incredibly cheap chocolate that was conveniently located incredibly close to the very depressing but also really well put-together Anne Frank House? It was a weekend of bread and chocolate. I began to forget what fruit and vegetables tasted like.
And the only one who suffered was my stomach. Also, I suppose, my travel partner, who got to hear me kvetch about my stomach the ENTIRE 11 hour trip home.
Isn’t travel great?
Roxanne Terry
11/07/2012
My poor baby. Did you forgot like most children of Jewish descent you are lactose intolerant. Chocolate is not lactose free. Do not forget your lactose tablets on any other forays to chocolate heavens.