I had all good intentions when I left school at 3:25:02. I hurried home to drop off my stuff because the plan was to bust a move to Centraal Station in old Amsterdam (btw, I’m the only person who actually calls it “old” Amsterdam. That’s tantamount to saying something like a “tall” basketball player. Amsterdam is old; there aine no “new” part unless you’re countin’ the parts built after 1700. Tough, I like the sound of “old Amsterdam.”)
Centraal Station in Old Amsterdam
OK back to the story…I woke up at 2:00 a.m. I knew I was “up” so to speak; so I watched Sky News and CNN till 4:00. Yeah, OK I also stared at my laptop while the internet provider “worked on the network.” (Who knew such things happen while you should be sleeping? Certainly not me.) No problems though; back to sleep at four and up again at eight. So all things considered, I figure 8:00 a.m. is the official start to my vacation.
Two train rides and thirty minutes later I was in the Centraal Station buying my tickets for next week’s adventure. I’m going to Normandy. Actually when Jesse gets here with Marissa, we are all going to Paris and then Jess and I are going to Normandy together. I’m going now to scope it out.
My lunch spot on Saturday!
My first “official” day of vacation kept getting better and better. A great walk with a stop at the American Book Center ended at a cool little Indonesian restaurant for my lunch. OK so there I am at an Indonesian restaurant in 2012—of all the places I could have picked—and the background music was a fabulous collection of 1980’s American rhythm and blues, soul, and hip-hop classics.
Don't ask me what I had, but I can tell you it was really good!
I knew vacation had started when Rapper’s Delight was followed by Jungle Love—Jerome, bring me my hat!
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