General, disorganized thoughts and learnings from my first week in Holland for your reading pleasure…plus pictures!
Always follow proper bike etiquette, unless you are actually Dutch.
The supermarkets are closed on Sundays, so plan ahead or starve to death.
It only took me 4 days to develop the same distaste for tourists outside the Van Gogh museum, as I have for the herds of cattle on Canal Street cruising for fake Prada bags.
Covering your toenails with polish is for housewives and whores.
Just because Google Maps says its there, doesn’t mean its there.
I haven’t fallen off my bike yet, but somehow it looks like a mobster took a bat to my legs. I’m told it’s part of the adjustment.
I had the best espresso of my life at Restaurant Toscanini, pulled by a real Italian.
Yellow pants…really?
Bier is for every time of day.
The Dutch are the nicest and most helpful people, except for those that drive the Trams.
i thought you didn't drink espresso, miss!! i am way jealous that you get to enjoy public transportation and bicycling… sigh. how's your dutch coming along? =) i'm muddling through this blogger-auf-dutch nonsense as i type.
I do love espresso, it's coffee I can't stand. i'm learning basic words, the next step is phrases. my roomie is helping me with pronunciation.
Um…I get my toenails painted.
So do I. I went to get go mine done here. My roommate recommended this woman, but prefaced it by saying "She's crazy". She didn't paint the whole nail. And when I asked her if she would, she said that only housewives and whores paint the whole nail. She said I had to "minimize the size" of my toes so I could look "dainty".