“Come by and see me at my coffee shop,” the note on my Facebook wall said from one Jonathan (my Travel Love from Zagreb) who was now residing in Amsterdam. As soon as I received that message, a little glimmer of what I felt in Zagreb shot through me. I had sent Jonathan a messageContinue reading “Savoring the sweet in Amsterdam”
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Paranoia
White widow. Northern Lights. Casey Jones. Joints. Spliffs. Pipes. Hash, hash … more hash. My eyes were wide. I had seen it all before, in the pretty glass case displays, but had forgotten. For anyone who enjoys a occassional puff of the wacky tobacky, being in Amsterdam is like being a kid in a candyContinue reading “Paranoia”