Weed and Weinersnitzel

Back in March, the bf and I headed to Amsertdam and then onto Cologne, Germany.
Before we headed out of the country we watched a "documentary" called "Weed", interviews with people who were going in and out of "coffee houses" in Amsterdam and yes unbeknowst to me, smoking weed, which is legal. This event was called the Cannibis Festival.

Is weed, recreational, medicinal or just for relaxation (aka getting stoned)? How about all three? Does it deaden or "relax" certain receptor sites making it both medicinal and relaxing? Does it stimulate an area in the brain which causes you to have the "pot smokin munchies"? Well, I can personally attest to one side of this, the medicinal, relaxing side. Having had another epidural shot put into my back, I needed something to help me with the pain as I prefer not to take hard core pain meds so you guessed it, for me it was medicinal.

Having come back from Amsterdam and Germany, I can honestly say most of Amsterdam is a blur, but in a good way. We visited multiple "coffeehouses" where we partook of the local "coffee" and from there it becomes like the movie "Dazed and Confused". Several truly funny things happened during our three days in Amsterdam that when I reflect upon them now, probably would not be as funny to anyone who wasn't there. Did you know that many things have weed in them, like clothes, body lotions, drinking tea and baked goods. I highly recommend the tea and then move onto cake and brownies.

What I do know now, is that when you order pepperoni pizza in Amsterdam, it IS NOT the same as in the states. Apparently it is a pizza with sliced hotdogs. (Yes, we did take a photo) Not a very good one, though.





While in Germany... we managed to master the busses, trains and the maps which neither of us could grasp easily and you know men with directions, NEVER ask. But they have one hell of a transit system, somethng we don't have here in the states.

It was a collaboration of teamwork as we both worked together to figure it out. A few "extra" train rides in the opposite direction of where we needed to go, but overall pretty smooth.

H. understood and spoke a few words in German all of which did come in hand except one night at dinner. This was the one time the menu did not have english translation for each of the entrees. The one word outside of potatoes and salad that we both understood was weinersnitzel (spelling may not be right). I expected as did he, some sort of sausage. What we received was alien looking in nature and fried. It was layed out flat, the full size of the plate, in a weird ameoba sort of way. One bite and I was out. He, however put mayonoise on it and ate away. Men, what their stomaches can tolerate.