Blog: salacious sound

Amsterdam: It’s six in the morning of my technically-second day in Amsterdam and there there are two girls, one dutch and one foreign, in the open-shower of my hotel room. The dutch one has legs that, as a good friend says, “go all the way to Las Vegas,” who lost a game of exponential dares called “dobbelstenen,” or “dice.” The shower is just a clear glass chamber in the middle of the room. Never before have I appreciated such a lack of showering privacy to this degree. The water is splashing off of them [...]