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20 July 2020

AMS for Amsterdam

The first time I've visited Amsterdam was during my Erasmus exchange stay in Germany, Frankfurt. With a group of students we rented a car and drove all the way. It was the craziest time ever!
My first introduction  to the "haram" world tout court: red district, night clubs, high muffins and the whole weed menu. Weed menu? That's right! You could smell it just walking on the streets!
Never heard about the high muffin? Well since weed is so famous in the Amsterdam-land, if you don't like smoking, you can still have it by eating it. Results are granted. 😁
Besides a small incident with the rented car (somebody broke all the windows, but found nothing of value), the whole experience was quite smooth and smoky, you know what I mean. After all, my friends were Spanish and while I was visiting museums, they were visiting a selection of coffee shops where again, the specialty is not the coffee, but 🌿🍃 the greenery.

When you are Crew you can only dream about the high muffin and careful if you walk those streets because it can still enter your system. If you result positive on the drug test, that's a direct kick out of the flying world! And the tests are random. It is useful to know that marihuana stays in the system for about a month, so don't even think about it during your vacation!

Into the wild Netherlands

Needless to say that all my visits to Amsterdam as a Crew were strictly "halal". On that mission I had a company of an old friend of mine who supported me all these years in my traveling around the world. She even came to visit on my layover in Dusseldorf, but that's a story that I will leave for the next time.

Waffle factory

She took me to the famous waffle factory where I could try the hot freshly made waffles! I also bought some famous Gouda cheese from the traditional street caravan sellers. Make sure to pronounce it well: it's H-A-U-D-A!

Chilly walk

We went for a walk and it was damn cold. At least for me!!! I was freezing with a double coverage of hat and hoody. She was boldly smiling to the wind: the usual Dutch weather, no problem.

Sweet Kolita girls
And finally back at her home, we warmed up with this delicious sweet she made. Why are we called Kolita girls? Nothing to do with Spain, but with Italy! I met this girl in 2007 while working in a touristic village in north Italy as an entertainer. We were colleagues and our task was to take care of the kids, make them play, learn and have fun. And "mueve la Colita" was the catchphrase of the Summer 2007. Do you remember that? 

If you have any funny stories in AMS, feel free to share!

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