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Letter from Amsterdam: Another Conversation with God

Dear Friends,

Neale Donald Walsch transcripted his lengthy conversations with God into a successful, revelatory book that speaks to millions. I loved his book, not only for the topics covered, but because I have my very own conversations with God all the time. Well, I’m not sure if it’s God, because the voice sounds like my own, but it’s always niggling, asking me questions, or flatly telling me not to do things.

Please see my latest conversation with God regarding my trip to Amsterdam. He told me it was a yes/no conversation, hence my short answers.

G: Did Amsterdam, the city with the greenest grass on earth, live up to your expectations?

V: Yes.

G: Despite the old testament type rain?

V: Yes.

G: Were you happy to have made a new friend (such a lovely woman!) that showed you the city?

V: Yes.

G: Did you ever see so many people on bicycles in all your life?

V: No.

G: Not even in Copenhagen?

V: No.

G: Is Amsterdam’s food anything to write home about?

V: No.

G: But, its people, its narrow streets, its canals, its charm?

V: Yes.

G: What about the Red Light district, was it surprising to see half-naked women in windows waiting to be purchased?

V: Yes.

G: Did you smoke marijuana in the coffee shops?

V: No.

G: Did Anne Frank’s house look as you imagined it would?

V: No.

G: Did you go inside?

V: No.

G: Was the line too long?

V: Yes.

G: You need to return to Amsterdam in the spring, don’t you?

V: Yes.

G: Isn’t Amsterdam a town just made for tall people– (The sample size for women’s shoes is 10 (European 40)?

V: Yes.

G: Was traveling from Paris to Amsterdam by bus a good idea? Will you do it again?

V: No, and no.

G: Was it because you were placed in a temporary triangle of hell: non-stop crying baby, a guy from Madrid who spoke to the woman beside him for the entire trip without pause, and three boisterous African women behind you?

V: Yes.

* Nearly all the coffee shops have some reference to Jamaica or Bob Marley, though most Jamaicans do not smoke weed.

* Weed menu– ranging in highs from mellow high to super stoned.

* In the middle of the day, if you so desire, you can pay to watch people have sex. I heard it was not theatrical, exciting or thrilling, so I passed.

*Very interesting group in the Red Light district Salvation Army rocking out to “Mustang Sally.”

* Amsterdam was cold. Just got to Paris, and have already shed my jacket and scarf.

* Anne Frank’s house… surprisingly modern looking from the outside. Next time, I’ll see the inside that was preserved and looks just as it did when she was alive.

* The steps from which homosexuals were taken to the concentration camps.

* The architecture’s interesting in Amsterdam; the buildings aren’t high; the churches and a few official buildings stand out.

*The train station that I should’ve left from… but I took the bus. Next time.

See you soon,

Val

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