Observations From Across The Pond

These notes were scribbled a couple of days ago, so if I can make them make sense, great! If not, jet lag, and too much cheese could be the culprit.
  Bill and I are in Amsterdam, getting ready to go get a car and head to Brussels and god knows where?
  There is nothing on our bodies that do not ache, from walking.
  We have been living on a houseboat for several days. It is beautiful, wonderful to open the windows and visit with the ducks and sea gulls. ( Yes I have named them!) Boats skim by and wave, very interesting group of people, these boat people. We check out tomorrow. ( remind me, to tell you of the boat that hit our houseboat and there was no one in the boat! It was like Pirates, Bill was taking pictures, I was asking him if he saw a body!) ( Too much Criminal Minds TV) ( It continued on its way, this rogue sea vessel, only I would get hit by a boat!) ( we called the owner, he was not alarmed) ( guess I have told you everything, pictures to follow)
 One of my house boat stories, is freaking at the litter in the canals. Bill was getting nervous when I began to look for a rake, and asked him to hold my feet while I hung out a window! How can people litter?The canals do not smell bad, and in the morning are lovely. Then you begin to see the plastic bags, and bottles, people don't litter, anywhere on this planet.
  The city is charming, architecturally amazing. We took a canal cruise, and learned so much. The streets have too much litter, and that I just don't get. ( A young girl dropped her napkin at a cafe we were sitting at, and she did not even flinch to pick it up. I picked it up, my uncle was head of sanitation in Jacksonville for years, I don't litter. Another of my thoughts, random thoughts is......
 The smell of urine. I think that Europeans have adapted to this smell, but I have not. Amsterdam have, what I like to call, pee-round-abouts, for men. Which I will use if needed! that reek. If fact all the bathrooms smell. Lysol, do they not have these products? I have a spray can in my purse!! No urine smell adaptation for me. Even the smell of funky pot, does not mask this smell.
  Their pot smells like an old ladies bad perfume, like Tabu !! rotten Tabu! Where is the pot smell of the 60's and 70's, I think I may have  aged too much for this city of youngsters. Not really, but...the buildings make me high, and that makes me happy!
  Bill is looking at me, like I have been on his computer too long, its raining and we are waiting it out, which will not happen. Weather always wins! ( we have been very lucky, sunny and mild)
 I will not have time to blog, blog, blog, but I will take notes and try to get back to you readers whom I love.
 Stories to continue.