3/23/05

"I've been awake for 27 hours. Of course, of all the things to forget, Megan and I forgot our clothes for the wedding - the whole fucking purpose of coming to Europe in first place. Luckily a friend of ours in SF who is also coming to the wedding isn't coming until tomorrow, so he's going to get them and bring them.

The flight was as smooth as it could be for the 11 hours. On demand movies and free booze - I've got to fly internationally more often. Sleeping was a bit uncomfortable - like, I got none. Ten and a half hours into the flight Megan showed me that the headrest could bend into this wonderfully comfortable position that she had known about and been using the entire flight. Sweet.

We Landed in Amsterdam and we met up with Dan and Ian. We had some beers then walked around for a while. I wasn't too impressed with the town, but I'll be back there later next month. We went to the Anne Frank Museum. Fascinatingly depressing...depressingly fascinating.

I noticed that the air in Amsterdam, at least the part we were in, smelled like manure, yet there were no cows or horses or farms in sight.

The Europeans move quick. Every Biker, walker, and driver has been darting in and out of traffic all day. I don't know where they're all trying to get to in such a rush.

From Amsterdam we had to take a series of trains to get to our hotel in Antwerp. I think its in a good location, but I was too tired to notice. So tired. I heard from a girl on the train that Jamie Oliver has a restaurant in Amsterdam - could be the highlight of that town.

These walls are as thin as paper."