StarIQ.com's Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets' secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain, and she reports regularly on her findings there.

Cosmic Café 30:
A Train Ride to Amsterdam

I don't remember much about the train ride from Lucerne to Amsterdam—I wasn't even sure we'd left Lucerne, actually. I can still see the elegant "suite" Jupiter had rented for us on this lovely luxury train, however—because it seemed to have been designed especially for my Venus.

Since my Venus is in Capricorn, I have a special appreciation for anything "old"—from antiques to castle ruins. The lovely little bedroom he ushered me into was all done up in lush, dark green and black—my favorites. The chandelier—yes, really—was antique gold—and the rest of the décor was also quite pleasing—to me, at least. The mirrors and wall sconces were gold, too, and the room was paneled in dark wood. The curtains were made of heavy old velvet, and gave the tiny room a medieval feeling. I loved it.

Jupiter stood behind me, grinning widely, as I surveyed my room. I turned around and hugged him.

"Thank you so very much for everything," I said. "I just love you to pieces."

He hugged me back, then held me at arm's length and said, "Gladja like it, honey. Now, you take your nap, cuz we got a big day ahead of us. I'll be out here in the livin' room. Kay?" I nodded, stifling a yawn. "You're right, ya know, babe," Jupiter added.

"About what?" I asked.

"It's a giftie for your Venus—from Venus," he said. “I had her fix it up for you. She was in Leo when we left—so ya know I didn't have to ask her twice to go shoppin', now did I?"

I thought of Venus, and the shots of tequila we'd had when she was in Aries—and her bright red dress, spiked heels, ruby lipstick and how she'd climbed over the bar in typical point-A-to-point-B style. Of course in Leo she'd be equally fiery, but able to wait just a bit longer—if she were waiting for the best, of course. I resolved to call and thank her when we got back.

I was absolutely positive Amsterdam wouldn't be boring—especially traveling with Uncle Excessive. I closed the door and got immediately into bed, certain I was too excited to sleep. But after seeing what felt like all of Switzerland in what felt like an hour or so, I had to rest.

I certainly did "nap," as Jupiter had suggested—for several hours. I'm definitely a card-carrying Sagittarius, but I'm a forty-two-year-old one. When I woke up, it was uncannily quiet in our cabin—even though Jupiter was in the outer room. He was sitting quietly, reading. Reading. Well, sure, he's in Gemini now.

Jupiter announced that I should go and get into another of my brand-new outfits, because we were just an hour or so from Amsterdam. As I turned to go, he also mentioned that Neptune would probably join us later that evening. I was delighted to hear that lovely, romantic Neptune would be along, and I wasn't surprised to hear it. I was quite aware of her fondness for "alternate realities," like sleep, meditation, prayer and alcohol and drugs. I also noticed that Jupiter had a slightly naughty look on his face, and when he added "downtown," I realized exactly what he was talking about. "Downtown" in Amsterdam was where the notorious Red Light District was, where literally anything went.

When we reached the station, our second driver, Hans, was waiting for us on the platform right outside the train's door. He waved excitedly to Jupiter as we climbed off the train, and dashed over to us. Like everyone else we'd met along our travels, Jupiter considered Hans a friend. He hugged him, introduced us, and the three of us were on our way through the busy train station.

I peered through the limo's smoked window at what was one of the loveliest cities I'd ever seen. The train station alone was unbelievably elegant, but every home and building had its own special charm, and once again, my Venus in Capricorn was delighted.

Jupiter was obviously quite tickled to be here. He seemed "in his element," literally, a phrase I wouldn't quite understand until after that trip. As Hans drove us toward "downtown," I could feel my excitement growing. I'd heard so much about Amsterdam—and, although I'm a Sag, I do have Mars in Scorpio, the sign that most loves peeking through its fingers at things it "shouldn't" be watching. I was sure I was about to see a few of those things—and the best part was that it was all legal, so my authority-conscious Saturn, perched sternly at the top of my chart, really couldn't complain enough to make me feel guilty. And who could feel guilty with Jupiter around?

As if his excessive company wasn't enough, woozy Neptune was due at any minute, too. She's the goddess who specializes in altered states—and she was in my Eighth House by birth, the place where we hide issues of secrecy and sexuality.

Needless to say, I absolutely couldn't wait to get out of the car.

Just then, we arrived at the door of a gorgeous old stone building. It was all lit up in green—all three stories. There was so much neon lighting on it, in fact, that I wasn't surprised when Jupiter told Hans to wait, because we were stopping here, at "The Grasshopper."

Next Week:

Jupiter and Neptune "At Home" in Amsterdam.