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
So I’ll admit it: I’m a foreigner living in Scotland and I have never been exposed to the Scottish identity piece that is the movie Braveheart.
How, you may ask, could I have missed out on such a basic aspect of popular Scottish culture when I was planning on wasting/rocking a whole year in Scottish hedonism? Continue reading
Let me tell you, that was a cruel cruel morning bikeride to Pollock Halls the morning after Halloween. But, I got there, met up with Katie, and promptly fell asleep on the bus despite the beautiful scenery and the beautiful sunshine. Woke up in England, where we eventually stopped at the Roman Fort of Birdoswald, which is where one of the longest intact stretches of Hadrian’s Wall remains. Continue reading
Okay like maybe that title is sliiiightly misleading.
But only slightly.
As many of you know, one of my best friends from Ottawa came to visit me this past week. This partnered with the fact that I live in this amazeballs city and that Halloween is one of my favourite times of the year made it pretty much the best week of my entire life. Continue reading