After my affair with Vermeer was over, we continued on through Den Haag to the Peace Palace. However, the map I was using was wildly out of scale and it took us roughly 2 hours to walk to the Peace Palace. Because I had not made an appointment for us to visit the grounds, we did not stay long, but looked outside, which was gorgeous, saw the beautiful building in which Rockefeller donated lots of money to build, and then took a trip around the World Peace flame. Hardly worth the hike, but interesting none the less. After a irritatingly slow-late lunch in Den Haag, we jumped the train for Delft.

This is the “small” little town famous for it’s hand-painted, white and blue porcelain. Though Delft is a nice place, we didn’t see too much of it. The Royal Porcelain Factory closed at 5pm, so we had roughly 30 minutes to walk there, pick some things out and leave. I personally felt like a tool for not going through the factory on a tour, but so be it. It was a beautiful place! I had my mind on getting something for my mother for her birthday. We “toured” the gift shop and found some lovely Delft tiles, a porcelain pitcher for my mother, and various other items. It was quite fun. After that we walked back to the train, amidst many rush-hour professionals making their way back to their homes for the weekend. It was Friday, after all.

Our last day ended with a not-so-big bang. It ended, like every other day in Amsterdam had. With us wandering around looking for food. We decided to take an detour on our search, and ended up with a large crowd meandering down one of the canal streets. Up ahead I saw many windows reflecting a bright red out of them. They dotted the street like fireflies, or those lamps that attracted fireflies. Except these attracted a different kind of fly…the human fly. We had found ourselves in the Red Light District at night. as we walked down the street, we came to one bright red window, and in it stood the most interesting mannequin I’d ever seen. Then it BLINKED. OOOHHHHHH, silly girl. These were the women of the red light district. Moving ever so slowly in order to emphasize their figures in their scandalous dress. As I nudged Brother Bee to get his attention, his cheeks turned the same color as the lights, and we didn’t spend much time admiring these women with interesting career choices. And what about the empty red light windows???

Never mind that. It was back to the hostel, packing, and getting ready to shove off. Bon Voyage!