An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Amsterdam: Day One

Yesterday we had lunch across the street at Cafe Americain where I had Drie Boeren Broodjes, perfectly yummy bread and cheese and pastrami, while Jon had some monstrously offensive slab of what they claimed was chicken covered in peanut butter. I willingly had a bite…

February 9, 2006

Jet lag feels like a bad tequila hangover

While standing in line at Chicago O’Hare to board the KLM flight to Amsterdam I momentarily let go of my carry-on luggage so that I could zip up my coat. It’s the type of bag that has wheels on one end and is designed to…