Part Three: Centraal Boat, ReichsMuseum, and the Death of Fleur
I forgot to clear up the cold shower thing in Utrecht. After we had threaded our way around the nearest canal, we found the coffee shop I had googled. I was so proud of us. We looked at the list of strains available, all of which we have seen at the clinics in California. I picked two that we have liked before. The guy brought out two baggies, and I did what I do with wine. I stuck it to my nose in and took a huge snorf. The one I ended up liking I passed to Scott over my shoulder, he leaned forward to sniff then nodded with a muttered, "nice." to indicate my choice was the best one. It always is, but I find it less bothersome if I least pretend to consult him on it. We made our completely unsurreptitious drug deal, clambered into the street and went to the grocery store for cheaper eats. I. Love. Foreign Groceries. Anywhere. I'll get lost in an Asian Grocery store in two seconds, we have tons in Long Beach. I love wandering leaning aisles piled high with what the owner...