sex, sex, sex, and more of the same

You know I think that Amsterdam was a place known for Anne Frank, Dutch Pancakes, and tulips but now I know differently.  The only thing that is Amsterdam is sex or at least that is how it feels.  In every shop you go in to there are red light district souvenirs, sex toys and costumes are sold right out on the street, there are sex shops everywhere.  Ok so maybe I am making it worse than it really is, it was probably just the hostel where we were staying.  

Besides all the sex we have gone to this very cool museum called our lord in the attic which is three houses all containing a catholic church in their adjoining attics.  When Catholics were not allowed to worship in public this man built a church so that his catholic friends could all worship the way they wanted to.  This was probably the best thing we saw today.

I am so sorry if this is incoherent but we are so tired, there is nothing like walking around all day to wear a body out.

Almost the last of it

The sky outside is grey and after a long week of going places and being bathes in glories sunshine it is a welcome reminder that I am still in England to see the grey sky come back. For some reason it feels like it belongs there and when there is too much sun it somehow feels wrong.

Well I am in my last week in England, and this week is treating my ability to cope with life. OMG I have had to write out a list of everything I am doing just so I can keep it all straight in my mind.  The tests I am taking the Buildings I am sleeping in the Places I am going and who is leaving when.  Also I am packing my suitcases along with trying to study for my finals and writing last papers and essays.  Sarah and I spent 4 hours trying to book hostels and figure out where we want to go and when.  

Packing all my things just makes me realize how very blasted I am to have so many clothes and shoes and this very opportunity.  There are a lot of things that have changed with me so much so that when I was talking to my mom a few months ago, I asked her what would happen if I got a tattoo and she thinking that I had gotten on back at Christmas told me straight out that I would have to have it removed before I got home, and then earlier this week if I was sexually active.  I will definitely come back to Canada a very different girl but not so different that you all won’t recognise me.