11th July 2007

Amsterdam goals:

1. Sample unpasteurized cheese at the Wegewijs Cheese Shoppe (Rozengracht 32).
2. Visit the Looier antiques market.
3. See what it’s like to smoke pot legally at The Greenhouse.
4. Try raw herring in season.
5. Choose flowers for the apartment at the floating Bloemenmarkt.
6. Buy some Dutch chocolate at Puccini Bomboni.
7. See van Gogh’s self portrait in real life.
8. Take a boat ride on the canal with the baby.

16 thoughts on “Check

  1. Jay

    I suppose that #3 is a lot like doing the same thing on your friend’s back porch, except you’re not smoking it out of a homemade honey bear piece.

  2. Maggie Ann

    i am quite jealous of #3. i must admit. i hope you visited Puccini Bomboni after The Greenhouse, because that would just be the perfect combination.

  3. Melanie

    Okay, now I want cheese, chocolate, flowers, and pot. And a Van Gogh to look at. We do have one in New Haven, so maybe I can go there and touch it again (my husband poked it – he wanted to lick it but I wouldn’t let him). I just need to find everything else on my list, which might be hard since I’m stuck in the U.S. and did I mention I’m jealous????

  4. Ingrid

    There are lots of Van Gogh self-portraits in this country also! Detroit, DC, Chicago to name a few. He painted many.

    The Rijksmuseum is beyond wonderful, too.
    Too much too see! Have fun!!

  5. Jill

    Smoking weed at the highly touristed ones like the Bulldog/ The Greenhouse is like going to Italy and eating that The Spagetti Factory. Find the small quaint “coffeeshop”, pull up a stool, ask to see the menu and say hi to the local sitting next to you.

  6. You can call me, 'Sir'

    I’ll bet Hank makes the cutest faces after a righteous bong hit. Take! Pictures!

  7. r@d@r

    i always wanted to go to amsterdam and get into a high speed car chase with ruthless mercenaries fighting over a maguffin in a briefcase, during which many innocent bystanders are killed. maybe get into a kung fu fight to the death with a highly trained austrian assassin with a bad comb-over. from all the novels i’ve read and movies i’ve watched, you’d think the streets of fair amsterdam would be running red with blood, and the corpses of spies floating by the dozens in the canals. i leave it to you to disabuse me of that notion.

    did you eat any marzipan yet?

  8. Michele

    De-lurking here. I keep pressing #6 on my keyboard, expecting chocolate to mysteriously appear – maybe a thin disk in my CD drive, but no luck. Looks like I’ll have to hit the chocolate chips in my pantry – again.

  9. Matt

    In Dec of 2001, I stood in a room at The Art titute of Chicago. The walls were painted mid-night blue. There were two pictures in the room, side-by-side on one wall. The Starry Night on the right, and The Starry Night over the Rhone on the left.

    I was mesmerized. My wife kept telling me we needed to go, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I have since been to Arles, stood in the square where The Night Cafe was painted (it’s still there) and seen The Starry Night again on the walls of MOMA. But no other memory can compare with the feeling of being drawn into those two glorious works hanging together in that darkened room in Chicago.

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