Every plant within the walls of this old convent was named after Mother Mary. I looked up and down for Marijuana but I guess it took its name from someone else. Where two walls meet in Europe, it is going to smell of urine. This was no exception. This was Utrecht. The canals had two levels. It was beautiful and fascinating. The city was hosting sculpture on a monumental scale, the size of buildings.
After 10 weeks of living out of a backpack and 31 paintings later, it was time to go home. Back to my family, friends, and coffee shop. I had skinned three countries and harvested my pelts(canvas). I was eager to show them off.