From Brussels we went to Amsterdam. There really isn't much to say about Amsterdam. It isn't the most pleasant city, especially if you don't smoke or drink and such. There was a cool fairground place where Keith and I rode the swings. Scott wasn't feeling up to it. Our hostel was interesting. We did walk by Anne Frank's house. Mostly the only thing interesting was the next day we went to a place with windmills called the Zaanse Shans? Not sure on the spelling... Anyway, it was then that I fully realized I was in Holland. They had wooden shoes and windmills and cheese and bread. It was pretty cool. So then we went to get our stuff and we headed to the train station, and went off on an 8 hour train ride to Munich, Germany.