Detrot - Amsterdam - Geneva

I am several days behind, so i'm going to overwhelm you a little bit at first. I haven't really decided how censored this blog will be, but i suppose i will leave the option of public office open someday. If you want the jewcy details, e-mail me.

The flight went pretty smoothly. I was pretty damn tired but I still managed to watch Juno first, which I enjoyed, and then The Bucket List, which my fans know I’m a fan of. I love movies about death (awkward…anyway).

AMSTERDAM
I flew to Amsterdam first, and got there around 6 a.m. with about 7 hours to kill. I checked out if I could just take one of the 4 flights to Geneva that left before mine. Thank goodness the lady said no can do. That’s where the adventure began.

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After that I walked around for a while. Now, when me and josh spent an afternoon there in December, we didn’t really know where we were going, nor did we get that much out of it. Well, J, the joint looks a lot different when the sun is out (no pun intended). I walked around and took pictures of all the clocktowers and churches, and went to see the WWII memorial (it was the day after memorial day in Holland), and some nice art. It was such a beautiful day I found myself just wanting to sit down and dangle my legs in the river. I took my shoes and socks off and just chilled in front of the Anne Frank museum. After a minute, every few minutes someone would get out of line (and josh, the line was WAY longer than when we went) and snap a picture of me. I guess I did look very poetic the way I was sitting.

So I walking down the street heading north, and I could have sworn I heard Hebrew! (now since then, I heard thought I heard Hebrew but it was really just muffled French) So I yelled at these three girls in Hebrew and we talked for a while. They were of the dumb variety, paying $100 for a taxi to the city instead of the 7 euro train, but it was cool. I was talking about my summer and they were saying they were headed to Ecuador on an open ended ticket, not knowing when they’ll come back. In the next few hours I passed 11 more Israelis…crazy.

I got to Geneva around 5 pm, and lugged my 100 pounds of luggage around and got to my place of residence with relative ease. I could write a full entry about the crazy ho that works at the desk, and the hoops she made me jump through, but I’ll save you the pain.