Vondelpark

Last night, Bas, Max and I hopped on our bikes and biked to Vondelpark. It was a beautiful day and we thought we would take advantage of it. We took along a bottle of wine and some bottles of H2O and picked up a pizza and some pasta along the way. We enjoyed a nice picnic in the park and Max loved to eat and run around at the same time.
For those of you not familiar with the Vondelpark, it is Amsterdam's Central Park. It is a big green space in the middle of the city with lots of little ponds, trees, a couple restaurants and lots of people to watch. However, I think there is probably a bit less pot and booze in Central Park.
As we sat and watched the people I was thankful Max is too young to fully understand what was happening around us. I observed a father putting a straw into a drink box one-handed because the other hand held a smoking joint in it. His little 2 year old did seem thankful for the drink. I also smiled as the lady wearing a tight little Scottish kilt and high heels with socks walked by us selling little pills out of her bike bags. The sweet smell of pot was everywhere and there was quite a contingent of African men selling cans of beer to one and all.
Needless to say, no one bats an eye and the kids run around next to the drug dealers and walking bartenders...just another day in Vondelpark.