-Get a one month gym membership?
-Buy a round trip train ticket to Lelystad?
-Order 24 chocolate croissants?
-Or lose it?
(I've done all of the above except for buying two dozen pastries. Although that would be nice.)
And on that note, this is my public and official announcement of my addiction to chocolate.
On my way back from Lelystad, I was the only person in my traincar. Or so I thought. I was convinced for a few minutes that there was a ghost in the car with me. What convinced me of that, you ask? The ghost. I was sitting and reading a book when I heard a woman sharply inhale. But when I looked up, there was nobody. I thought that I probably couldn't see her - maybe she wasn't visible from my seat - so I kept reading. But she kept breathing really hard at random moments. It sounded like she was crying or doing some kind of difficult manual labor. At one point I got up to find her and ask her if she was okay. I looked around the car but I saw nobody. Then I thought to myself, 'Well, maybe it's just the movement of the train car that makes the sound.' But it really really sounded like breathing, so I guess it was the train conductor breathing into the microphone. Now I'll never know.
Rode on the back of a scooter yesterday. Yes, I wore a helmet. It was super fun. Probably the highlight of my week. My friend from my old school was driving it, and he showed me around Lelystad. I saw the remade trade ship Batavia, the famous theatre, Agora, and the hurkende man statue. We also went to a museum about how Lelystad is on a man made piece of land (it used to be ocean, but construction workers on island barracks built dykes and pumped the water out to make more living space). Oh, and we went to McDonald's too. (Dutch kids just lovveeeee "the mac".)
My friend from Brazil is leaving the Netherlands tomorrow. She's done with her year with AFS, and she was crying yesterday because she didn't want to leave.
Decorated my room with posters. I tried to hang some juice boxes off the ceiling to remind me of my room at home, but they all fell down. Maybe I will make a box out of them instead.
Speaking of which, I have 23 juice boxes (I had 24, but I lost one). I bought them all on the same day, put them in my backpack to take home with me, then got lost. Found a lovely path through the forest (a.ka.: I was miserably lost). Ended up on the beach after 3 hours of searching for my house. Seriously considered sitting there and drinking all 24 of the backbreaking juice boxes until somebody came and found me. Decided against it. Called my neighbor, who told me to take a bus home. Got home fine.
Blogger shows me how people end up on my blog, for instance, what they type into Google that leads them to my link. Here are some of my favorites:
"Dutch words for whipped cream dispenser"
"What does oost west mean"
"Emily S Netherlands blog waffels"
"Gum means toothmeat"
"I feel good du nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh"
"Why do my fingers get fat when I go below sea level?"
The acronym for my new school is HML, or Hottest Men Living.
I was marked truant to a class I showed up for. Probably should sort that out...
For some reason I'm never very cold. I sometimes get strange looks on the street or comments from motherly adults (not just my host mom...) about wearing more jackets. But I'm just not very cold. So why do I need more jackets?
I'm starting to get frustrated with the language. I've been here for a while now and I feel like I can speak Dutch pretty well. But I'm still getting comments that bother me. Like, I'll be talking to someone *in Dutch* and then after a few minutes I'll mention that I'm an exchange student from California *in Dutch* and the other person will respond with:
"Ohh, that's nice! Do you speak Dutch yet?" *in English*
---FACE PALM----
Or people will just flat out not understand me. I don't think my accent is horrible. But sometimes I have...........................to.....................speak....................ver-----y................sloooooooooooow-----ly............ for someone to know what I'm saying. Which is annoying, because I know what I'm saying is correct and makes sense.
I need to clean my room now.
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Well that's about as good as it's gonna get.
I have to do some stuff.
Tot ziens,
Emily
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