memories, huh? great things. last night i fell asleep with a smile on my face remembering our wanderings in venice and amsterdam. mark was looking through one of our still remaining bags-o-crap from the trip and he came across some pamphlets from the van gogh museum in amsterdam... i loved it there. it was rainy but gorgeous, and afterward in venice the colour of the water in the canals made me think that rembrandt had been washing his paint brushes in there. anywa, last night before bed i made myself some fresh mint tea, just like i had in amsterdam one time. on this particular day all the shops were closed and mark and i were starving and narky, wandering around looking for a place to eat. we went into what looked like a pub and it was like entering a twlilight zone - it was packed full of older people all getting ready for a darts tournament. they all stared at us as we stumbled in out of the rain, we stared at the prize table, laden with electrical appliances that looked like they belonged in a kitchen, but what they actually did we had no idea. the people then tried to communicate with us, inviting us in to sit and eat sausages, but smiling and shaking our heads through the clouds of cigarette smoke, we politely declined and kept going. we finally found a place to sit and eat, and i ordered fresh mint tea and it came in a glass teapot, all amber and sweet-smelling, with a sprig of fresh mint curled inside. no mint tea bag can make tea that tastes as good...