The City of Temptation

So in transit to Norway last week, I found myself spending an extra night in Amsterdam in order to better catch my early flight to Oslo. I actually didn't get to my hostel til about 6 in the evening because I stayed home most of the afternoon waiting on a week-overdue Valentine's Day package to be delivered--and it never came. So though I did not see hardly any of the city itself, not all was lost. My hostel was hoppin', to say the least. I am not sure if I stayed at a "party" hostel, or if every hostel in Amsterdam is known for having a good time, but either way, I picked quite the funhouse. Unfortunate for me, though, I had already promised a friend that I wouldn't drink the whole trip--let alone indulge in other temptations...

Still wanting to mingle, though, I sat down at the hostel bar and ordered myself a Sprite. It didn't take long to make friends at all. In no time, I was talking to a group of Brazilians (who weren't traveling together, but had all met at the hostel). From that moment on, I was an honorary Brazilian for the night, and hung out with them...

We had a pretty fun night. Hahaha... Though I didn't get to see much of the city, my new found friends and I did venture out to the streets that were illuminated in red light. Would you expect anything less from me?! Of course not...

Other memorable events of the evening include: eating the prettiest pastry I have ever seen, passing out McDonalds chicken nuggets to strangers back at the hostel, meeting a curly-headed, Buddy Holly look-a-like with a posse of 4 beautiful blonde headed girls and insisting he must be in a band, and making lots of friends from everywhere.

...It wasn't until waking up the next morning that I realized the events of the night before had been so fun/funny because I undoubtedly had a strong high from just being in that hostel... The place reaked of Mary Jane! Either way, it was fun. And now I can finally say I have been to Amsterdam after livving how long in the Netherlands?! ...5 months?!