The convergence of vacation fatigue, hay fever season, recirculated air and some other random bug has plopped me on my bottom since I returned from the Netherlands. I am sleeping around the clock, providing an intense annoyance for Steve. I am concerned for my impending surgery. No surgery is allowed for patients with respiratory problems. I am working hard to get better. We spent our last day in the tulip conservatory at Keukenhof Gardens and I never gave a thought to the pollen immersion I was experiencing. After all, the tour was called “Tulip Time” and since the ground had delayed the bulbs, we had to go indoors to get our fix. Hindsight tells me that I kick-started my allergies, and allowed a sinus/ear/throat infection to plant itself. It’s a nuisance, but nothing more.
That last day was typical of the cruise: we left the ship and were bussed to the gardens, and in our absence the boat returned to Amsterdam. After the gardens, we were bussed to merge with the boat for lunch, then set out to enjoy free time in Amsterdam. We had done Anne Frank’s hiding place, a river cruise, and the Van Gogh museum at debarkation, so we were compelled to hit the Red Light District before we left. We are not the demographic this street is seeking, and so we decided to go during the day. No pictures of the working girls are allowed. I expect that it is because the fantasy of lovely prostitutes is in conflict with bored girls in neon swim suits talking on their cell phones as pimply boys gape. It was an awkward little walk for a bunch of middle aged women. I think we wanted to rescue them. I did see a bar that paid homage to the American Mother Road.
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