Coffee Walk
Coffee Walk: Amsterdam
I visited Amsterdam 36 years ago, while on a summer trip to Europe with my high school German class. My recollection is vague partly due to time, partly because our teacher let us vote on how to spend our last night in Europe. We chose to skip getting a hostel and instead stay up all night and spend the last of our money on drinks and then sleep in the van until time to fly home. Teenagers are full of good ideas. Looking back, I do wonder what our adult in charge was thinking. We did have the wisdom to visit Anne Frank's house. And I remember the canal-lined streets were beautiful.
It's still beautiful. And Anne Frank's house is now a much bigger operation, taking over the buildings next door as well for, I presume, a bigger interpretive museum experience. If I recall correctly, back in '88 we just walked in through the front door.
Also back in '88 a friend and I found ourselves accidentally in a shop selling drugs and paraphernalia. And in keeping with my talent for trying to order coffee in inappropriate places, something similar happened to me and Aaron.
After landing at 8 am and dropping our luggage off, we headed out for coffee. The streets were quiet, as is typical of Sunday mornings in Europe. We saw a place that said Coffee Shop, and it was open on a Sunday. I wasn't going to be too picky. Let's go in. The room was filled with smoke and men with glazed eyes. The "barista" greeted us with a cheerful "Ready to get high?"
"Haha, no. But can I have a cappuccino?"











