Amsterdam aint for sissies.....

Ok, since my son mentioned the windmills of Holland and Amsterdam, I will mention a few experiences we had in Amsterdam. They have canal tour boats that have been constructed to hold the most people while still fitting through and under the tiny bridges over the canals. An engineer stood by the canal and said the "boot" can only be 3.6 meters wide and 2.9 meters tall with a draft of only 0.6 meters while holding 30 fat American tourists. More important, while my son was out tilting windmills, My first wife and I (together) took a walking tour of the red light district after dark on a Saturday night. Things were really hoppin. The bistros are allowed by law to sell (without a prescription) two ounces of marijuana to any of their patrons. You could hit 5 of six pubs on a pub crawl weekend and wind up with a pretty decent stash. You can smell the aroma wafting out of the pubs as you walk by. Other stores sell any variety of MaryJane seeds for the Mr. Greenjeans crowd. One of which was advertising "help wanted" My wife was tempted but no one was there to take her application. I bet you have to be bi or tri-lingual. Bi-lingual that is. Down the side streets where the girls work, they each stand in a floor to ceiling window advertising what they have to offer. (I was always was a visual learner) If a potential client showed some interest, she would open a door and commence negotiations. They try to look like statues until they spot some interest. I was able to get a couple of them to smile. You MUST not take their picture even though it is very tempting. We felt pretty safe with a tour group of 20 or so people. In the morning, as we left on the bus, I asked the driver if we could stop down the street because there was a girl I wanted to say good bye to. After about a one, two, three beat everyone of the bus ROARED!!!! I believe Sandy was embarrassed. So On to Germany....