To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect before going to Amsterdam.  Sure, I knew weed is legal and so is prostitution, but beyond that I was a blank slate, ready to experience what the city had to offer.  Our hotel, situated on the edge of the famed Red Light District, was just a short walk from all of the coffeeshops.  We went into one, a wonderful, small, moroccan themed shop, and I was not prepared for what I experienced.  The initial shock is everyone in the shop is getting high.  Then, much like any other shop, there is a menu to order from… only instead of drinks or food the menu is a listing of the different types of weed you can buy.  Never having been in this situation before, I asked the gentleman behind the counter which he’d recommend.  He began to compare a few, then took another hit of the joint he was smoking, before proclaiming “I like them all man, I like them all.”

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Well suffice to say I am now back in the UK after a two week visit to family and friends. I got to see a friend I’ve had since I was 5 walk down the isle as a blushing bride, attend a family reunion on the rainy 4th of July, ride nearly every rollercoaster in Kings Island (including the new Diamondback, 425foot, 80mph drop!), QQ over a horrendous sunburn, spend quality time with my family, and eat a ton of amazing food (and only gained 2 pounds!). Alas, the relaxing two weeks of nothing but good times has come to an end, and it’s back to real life… which happened at precisely 11:13am this morning.

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