Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Amsterdam: Going to Pot

On the way back from Anne Frank House we stopped for Jake at the first little pizza place we saw. 

The owner sent Brian next door to break a 50-Euro note and it was only then that Brian noticed the employee discussing the "percentage" in some brownies on the counter. Yes, it was that kind of, ah, joint. 

The aroma outside got to us and we made the pizza "to go."

We hope there are no airport "sniffer dogs" tomorrow. 

Jake in particular was nauseated by the smells, a reaction that should greatly please his parents.


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