The truth is, Amsterdam robbed me of my childhood innocence. Marijuana cafe's, legal prostitution, and sex museums (MUSEUMS?! What the..?) made my head spin.
Men peeing publicly in parks, pornography on every street, and creepy whistles in our direction.
This was not the sheltered world
I was raised in, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be in Conway, Arkansas, where the world is safe, where things are familiar, and where THERE AREN'T SEX MUSEUMS!
When it was established that we all equally hated Amsterdam, we went back to our hostel and ate peanut butter for supper. Then we took the earliest train out this morning to Belgium.
Thank Heavens for Belgium, where the world again seems safe.
p.s. On the plus side, we toured Anne Franks house (pictured). So it wasn't a total loss.