The next morning, I left london to head off to take the same tour bus to Holland, the land of my ancestors (on my dad's side). In one morning, we drove through England, crossed the English channel, drove through France, Belguim, and finally reached Amsterdam. The strangest thing about arriving in Holland was the language- seeing Dutch written on street signs, maps, and on the bus stops. The first place I ate was McDonalds' (Sad, I know) and all of the garbage cans said "DANK U" on them. I found alot of the Dutch words really funny. [img=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2633235171_4c
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