a few hours in A'dam

I landed in a'dam after midnight and caught a train to richards place in the city. I managed to squeeze in almost all of my favorite amsterdam activities in the span of 10 hours:

- Talked about start-ups till 4am.
- p/u favorite cookies at Albert Heijn
- p/u black licorice
- went to coffee shop
- had raw herring snack with onions and pickels
- rode my bike along a canal

Now I'm on the train to the airport... Good bye Amsterdam, it was great to see you again.

The wrong train

Its a good thing I finally asked someone "is this the stop for the airport?" it wasn't.

A'dam last weekend

This last weekend I was back in the hood - Amsterdam red light district, that is. That's where I keep my bike - and I was amazed it was still there! The front tire was flat, so the junkies left it alone.

I stayed with Richard and Frita - they are the best. Food, wine and dutch conversation (I learned a few new words, but I think I spit on them while sounding the "g" - it's a throat clearer). Its great to have friends in A'dam, it adds a personal side to this wonderful city. I love it.

first 48 hours in barcelona

Crackberryblogging:

Highlights from the last two daze.
- 22 hours spent standing in conference hall
- 7 hours of sleep (total)
- frickin hours of walking around the city (beautiful)
- 4 shots of tequila
- 10 cups of coffee
- 8 mixed drinks

blown ear tube

I've been traveling for several days, currently in Barcelona having dinner at 10pm, just like the locals. I'm blogging from the crackberry...but the entire trip may not have happened had it not been for a few last-minute trips to the ear doctor...

Rewind to Thursday. 11:30am. Ear doctor waiting room. My flight leaves in one hour and 25 minutes, but Wes and I are reading travel magazines. At this moment I didn't want to miss my flight, but there was something definitely f'ed up with my ear.

The previous day I had two ear tubes inserted (rather forcefully, with a good dose of PAIN). I was fighting off two ear infections and my hearing was screwed. Totally plugged.

11:45. Ear doc says "hummm looks like you blew that tube half way out of your ear canal, its resting on your ear drum, hummmm." YANK, ear tube gone.

11:46. Wes driving with a purpose.

11:55. "Last call" at the northwest airlines ticket booth. If you show up any later than 1 hour before an international flight (which I have, several times) you really need to kiss ass to get your ticket. But this time, luck was on my side.