“A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it." —John SteinbeckOK, let’s not keep you guessing. I’m only crazy about one.
|Me & Erin in my apartment|
Highlights from these stopovers included a stroll through Amsterdam’s infamous Red Light District on which Erin and I peered at scantily clad ladies in windows, passing peep shows, brothels, adult toy shops, the Erotic Museum and the Hash, Marijuana Museum on Oudezijds Achterburgwal.
|Casa Rossais the facade with the pink elephant.|
We couldn’t pass up a visit to Casa Rossa, one of 3 infamous live sex show parlors in de Wallen. Yes folks, only in A’dam can you see live couples having sexual intercourse on stage (some more artistically than others), as well as dancers performing parlor tricks with bananas, ribbons, dildos, vibrators and other paraphernalia. It’s more funny than erotic, especially with a little drunken audience participation.
|The ultimate drink 'n' drive machine|
|So what if we lost?|
Some of those Spaniards were cute!
|Spanish fans in Vondelpark|
|Victory parade down Herengracht canal|
|And what about that nasty ref?|