So there I was, sitting on a four-day “weekend,” exceptionally bored.
Which really isn’t fair, since I just came back from a five-day tour of amazingness in the incredible Netherlands… But I had a shitty couple of shifts on the weekend at work (I really can’t deal with 9+ hour days, and I don’t know why they’re a thing here) and then proceeded to do, nothing, on Monday and Tuesday. (K, also not fair, because I totally went out to Dean Village on Tuesday). SHUT UP MY LIFE IS BORING I DO NOTHING.
But anyway, I was like, jeeeeez what am I doing sitting here when I have free time? Might as well explore Scotland! Continue reading
I was sitting at home trying to convince myself to get my lazy ass out of bed (unsuccessfully) when Katie called me and asked me if I wanted to go to Dean Village.
Sure! Continue reading
So after my previous update was posted, I ordered a gin and tonic with… get this… cinnamon, star anise, and apple. It tasted like a white Christmas. Then, a Canadian professor introduced himself to me because he’d heard me speaking English by asking; “are you American?”
…seriously dude? Continue reading
So yesterday I spent the day in the picturesquely-medieval Haarlem, just twenty minutes from Amsterdam Centraal on the train. It was absolutely splendid. (like, quite possibly going to be my favourite part of the trip).
In the morning, I wandered through Vondelpark in Amsterdam for a bit… the amount of cyclists in Amsterdam is jaw-dropping anywhere but in Vondelpark it’s specifically insane. A very very nice park for a wander-through. Continue reading
So today I went to the spectacular Van Gogh Museum, which just so happens to be less than a block away from my hostel.
I spent hours there, holding back tears. It’s absolutely incredible to stand in front of these pieces, to see as he saw, and to know the torment that he was going through especially in his later years. Van Gogh just never gets old. Continue reading
So, I’ve done it: I’ve done something crazy.
I’ve hopped on a plane to an unknown city with an unknown language and a known reputation for drugs and prostitution. Alone.
#yolo. Continue reading