Bye Holland, Hi Croatia

"You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Croatian coast"


Location: Split, Croatia

Goodbye Amsterdam, Hello Croatia.

I will miss Amsterdam: the food, the parties, the beautiful Dutch woman,the orange and of course the drug den known as our hostel. Boy that place was wonderful, and when I say wonderful I mean the worst place on earth.

The final party on Tuesday for the Dutch soccer team was a parade through the canals ending with the entire team on stage for one last stand at Museumplein. The canal tour was unbelievable, hundreds upon hundreds of Nederlanders going absolutely insane for just for finishing second place. I love it. After the team's boat passed by another hundred or so canal boats followed. It was incredible and people were fired up, but that was only the beginning. As it turns out, the party at the Museumplein didn't actually involve speeches from the team or coaches, but rather 4 hours of hard core techno. The soccer team left, but the fans did not, and instead a rave began. IT WAS SICK.

The last day of AMS we took a long strange trip to Vondel park. Fun times, except when it starts pouring on you right in the middle of it. You know how they say that the animals are always the first to know when a storm is coming, well in Holland, the bikes are the first. As we watched hundreds of people on bikes fly out of the park we said "It will pass" it didn't. Instead we found ourselves trapped amongst the Lord of the Rings trees trying to find/talk our way out.


When we finally got back to our hostel and dried off we were in the bar having a few drinks. We placed an order of drinks and food and I asked for a plate so I could make a sandwich for the plane ride the next day. As our friend Kate graciously did all of the waitress work to get the drinks. She finally came back with everything, except for one thing. So naturally I screamed "What part of plate don't you understand!" to Kate, only to see standing behind her a waitress looking horrified with an empty plate in her hand. She seemed horrified, so instead of explaining to her that I was talking to Kate I just took the plate instead.

We are now in Split, Croatia. It is a very old and historical and gorgeous town, and since I teach English not History we have spent the past 2 days at the beach. The water is beautiful, the weather is hot, and topless is encouraged. Funny thing about a beach that is "topless at your own risk" is that the real risk is making sure you don't scar yourself. I have already washed my eyes out with chlorine....twice. For the fans of the early 90's you will be happy to know that the rat tail and the fanny pack is back!!! Hell, I don't think it ever left.

Tomorrow we get on a boat to sail the Croatian coast.

PEACE OUT!

HEre is a pic of Museumplein during the finale. I am uploading pics now and gonna put it all in the next blog.