I went visiting Elina and Lennaert in Voorthuizen (Holland) last month and it really felt as that escape I needed. So good to get away. So good to see Elina! So, how’s Holland?

It’s so very flat. Almost all houses are made of bricks which is nice. Dutch people are tall, I actually felt small there with my 168 cm. On the sandwich they put all kinds of sweet stuff, it’s very odd to me as Swede but I liked it especially the cookie dough cream! I wanna import that he he. Another thing I wanna import is all their juices. I have never in my life tasted so delicious real fruit tasting juice! The Swedish brands tastes like flavoured water in comparison. Traveling by train was nice, the trains arrived in time and left every 15 minutes, it was comfortable! Here in Sweden, at least Gothenburg, I’m used to late buses and trains with less room for legs etc. Though we embarassed ourselves on a train home from Amsterdam… We sat down and was talking and giggling about silly stuff kinda loudly, Elina noticed a man that looked with a frown at us as we spoke. I was starring at this very funny sign with a man poking his nose (I thought) and laughed even more. Then Elina noticed the text on the window: “SILENCE”! And we finally got why the man frowned at us and that the guy on the sign wasn’t poking his nose… Ha ha ha! We got very very quiet but I was dying inside to let my laughter out.

So we went to Amsterdam and it was “interesting” to go to Red Light District and watch the whores in the windows. I must say they provide a wide range of girls, from the big fat mamas to the plastic model and down to the skanky heroin chicks. <0.o> Hmm sorry to say but I don’t have alot to say about Amsterdam that people don’t allready know. The street smells of weed etc etc. I prefer to talk about Utrecht! I’m in love with that city… the old style houses and streets. The canals. The many many shops and the great variety they provide. Whatever taste in say home decoration you like you can find it in Utrecht. I’m not used to that at all from Sweden. Oh I could live there!

To finnish this post I tell you that I cried on the plane home. Because it felt like I had nothing important to come home to. And I had such a great time with Elina and Lennaert, I guess I got spoiled. ;) Hopefully my next trip there isn’t too far away in the future. Now go have a look at the pictures I took here.

The sex museum in Amsterdam.

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