…Last Monday I’m walking home from work, minding my own business, thinking about how excited I was to go to the gym. I get to the fence in front of our apartment and something is off…
THE BIKE THIEF STRUCK AGAIN!
They cleared the whole damn fence.
When I left for work that morning there were 10-15 bikes on the fence. About half of those bikes leave every day as people go to work (including Shane’s) but a good 5-6 bikes are always on the fence. Not a single one was still there. What’s even more impressive still is that it all happened during the middle of the day. Broad daylight. We are by the hospital and the fence is across from the flower shop so there is a constant string of people. Either no one noticed, or no one bothered to question what they were doing. Poor Theo, ripped from his home and resold to another shady bike shop. Sigh…
What do you do when your bike gets stolen? You buy a new bike and I paint that sh*t pink. BOOM!
Meet Helen.
Helen and I met on my lunch break on Tuesday. I tried out a few normal style women’s bikes, but I just really love the ‘omafiets’ style (aka: grandma bike. Literally, that’s the translation.) So Helen and I go back to work and all is well with the world again. Until 5pm when it’s time to go home.
Flat tire. Are we serious?!
Turns out the back inner tube had “more than 5 holes”. It’s really a wonder that I was able to bike from the shop to work without any problems. Back to the bike shop we go. New inner tube and life is good again.
Until today…
Shane and I were biking home from the grocery store just chit chatting it up when my back tire starts to feel funny as I’m riding…
I start to say “Pookieeeeee…..my tire feels” and BOOOOM!
Shane swerves. Poor guy thought he had just been shot. The back tire blew.
Needless to say, we spent today getting my bike fixed, again! Plus side. The bike shop guy totally knows me know. I walked up and I said ‘Hey! Do you remember me?’ and he replied with ‘Yeah, the American girl!’. Another plus side, he has fixed everything for free. Outside of it being inconvenient I really can’t complain.
Talk about bad bike luck though. When it rains it pours right?
I just keep telling myself it’s cheaper to fix a bike than a car.
Other than that life is normal here! Shane is coming up on week three of his Dutch class and is definitely getting more comfortable with it. He even ordered at the market this morning!
Oh, and we figured out that Meatball’s Dutch name is “Gehaktbol” (pronounced hey-haakt-bowl).
Yuuuppp. Someone stole my bike. Luckily, I took the cat inside first.
2 weeks. It took 2 weeks for me to be one of the 450,000 bikes stolen each year. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself. They were kind enough to take 2 sets of bungee cords and my lock as well. I mean if I’m going to have to replace a bike I might as well throw in new accessories too, right? The only thing we can figure is that my bike was a little too flashy. White with a pink lock, hand breaks (which aren’t as common), and brand new lights made it stick out compared to the others.
So Shane and I went out today and bought our third bike in three weeks, and I think I like this one better. Elenore (my old bike) was just too big. Even though the seat was as low as it would go I could barely touch the ground, and Shane always said I looked “determined” when I was riding. aka: like a loser who can’t ride a bike. Theodore (Theo for short) seems to be a much better fit. So while I’m not crazy about having to shell out for a new one, I’m happy with the purchase. And yes, I did make Shane stand on the side of the road so I could ride by for an action shot. I know what you all are thinking…. I’m pretty impressed with my one-handed riding too!
What a handsome fellow. You’ll notice I now have two locks. One on the tire, and a chain for the fence.
On an unrelated note, cat is doing just fine. She’s back to sleeping on all of Shane’s hoodies, people watching, and begging for canned food (Thanks Mom & Marsha!). 🙂
That means most of you back home are gearing up to watch the game, preparing various goodies and treats for the night ahead. To be honest, I’m jealous. Because of the time difference, the Super Bowl doesn’t start here until 12:30. That means if we were to stay up and watch the whole thing, we wouldn’t be going to bed until 4:00 or 5:00. Despite the fact that work on the Monday following the Super Bowl is always a bit rough, it would be especially tough for us only getting a few hours of sleep. Add to that the fact that we would be one of the only ones who actually watched the game and it equals out to a bad idea. For such reasons, we will be watching a replay of the game on Monday night. Talk about feeling Un-American….
At least I have “BBQ-Curry Style American Fries” to get by
On a related note, this has been my one complaint about moving to The Netherlands, my lack of ability to watch sports! Just about all American television channels and networks are blocked in Europe. Therefore, it makes watching anything, particularly sports, very difficult. When I am able to watch a game (I’ve found ways around the whole blocking issue), then the time difference almost always works against me. Noon and early afternoon games are ideal, but if it’s after 6:00, then its just too late here, especially when we have to work the next day. Of course, this was all to be expected but that doesn’t make it any easier. Sometimes you just want to watch an episode of Sportscenter!
Not much has been going on since Whitney’s last post, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. For the most part, it’s been normal life, with work and school going well. I had my first taste of Dutch coursework, as I was required to take an 80-hour course on Laboratory Animal Science. This meant I spent two weeks, sitting in class from 9-5 everyday, listening to lectures on the ethics and principles of studying animals in science, while also having to complete two presentations, write a four page ethics paper, and then take a three hour long exam. Fun times. Next week, I start my next course, which is a Dutch language course. The hope is that after completing this course, I’ll be close to Whitney’s level of Dutch speaking (she’s way ahead of me) so that we can continue and take higher level courses. We are going to live here four years; we are going to learn this language!
Aside from work and school, we had a bit of excitement in the city in the form of Eurosonic 2015. In short (and to quote from Wikipedia):
“Eurosonic is Europe’s largest showcase festival and takes place on a yearly basis on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday previous to Noorderslag festival in the Dutch city Groningen. Eurosonic is part of The European Music Conference and Showcase Festival Eurosonice Noorderslag. During the festival 300 bands and acts perform on 36 stages in the city center of Groningen.”
Basically what this means is that there are bands playing in every available space throughout the city for four days. They even build a large number of temporary stages and venues to host everyone. Because of it size and popularity, tickets for the festival sell out in a number of hours so we missed out this year. However, there were some free, open-air concerts, which we were able to check out. One band of interest; Kensington. I’m not sure if they are popular in the US yet (we are so out of touch with current movies and music back home), but if not, I suggest checking them out. They are a very popular Dutch band, but all of their songs are in English. Definitely worth a listen.
In other exciting news, we had our first real snow fall last weekend! In total, we got about 5-6 cm (yep, metric system, you have to convert), which is a big deal here. It certainly made our ‘commuting’ to the grocery store interesting. Whereas this time last year, we had an all-wheel drive SUV to deal with snowy conditions, presently we have only our bicycles. Ironically, biking in the snow is a lot like driving in the snow: slow down, increase following distance, pump the brakes, and don’t fight against a skid on ice. This is something I’ve been dealing with a fair amount on my ride to work each morning. We may not get much snow, but we do get a fair amount of ice. Scraping ice off my bike and dealing with frozen roads is becoming fairly routine. So far, I’ve managed to avoid any major wrecks or mishaps, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time (knock on wood).
Typical American
Well that about sums things up for us here lately. As I said previously, not much is going on at the moment. As it begins to warm up and the time/darkness works more in our favor (for a few months, it was only daylight from 9:00-4:30), we will hopefully have more news and adventures to share. For now, it’s just peddling ever so slowly on ice-covered roads.
Well, not for New Year’s Eve. We stayed here in Groningen for that which was an experience in itself. Fireworks are legal here for only three days (Dec 30 – Jan 1) and during that time you can expect to hear them non-stop. The legal fireworks aren’t so huge but they make a lot of noise. To top that off you can easily drive over the boarder to Germany and buy the giant ones we are accustomed to. The difference is they aren’t set off in a controlled situation. They are set off in the middle of the streets and in between buildings resulting in the city sounding like its being bombed. Granted, I’ve (fortunately) never been in an actual bombing so I realize it’s not the same, but the point is it’s non stop fireworks for 24 hours. Enough to scare the sh*t out of the cat and make her needier than usual. Top that off with bonfires (that included bikes) in the streets and ya got yourself a Dutch New Year’s Eve party!
Cat’s opinion on the fireworks… Not. Cool.
Anyway, back to Amsterdam!
For my birthday Shane surprised me with an overnight trip to….. somewhere! All he told me was to pack a bookbag because on Saturday we were catching a train at 10am. We had to change trains about 30 min away, but until then I had no idea where we were going. We arrived around noon, and started walking to find our hotel.
Unbeknownst to him, the hotel Shane booked is a historic landmark!
We stayed in the Hotel Amstelzicht, on the Amstel Canal, and is one of the “Dancing Houses”. Apparently, when it was built in 1659 (whoa) it was built on wooden stilts. It’s location next to the canal and the sandy/swampy land caused the houses to shift and “dance”. They have been fully restored so you don’t feel it, but you can see the obvious tilt in the house!
After checking in and dropping our stuff we headed out to wander. First stop was Dam Square, which is the historic center of the city. On one side of the square is the Royal Palace which was first constructed as the City Hall during the 17th century. Later it became the Royal Palace, home to King Louis Napoleon, and now is used for Royal events amongst other things. Across from the Royal Palace is the National Monument dedicated to World War II. Dam Square is also home to the Nieuwe Kerk (New Church) which we forgot to get a picture of.
From Dam Square you could wander straight into the Red Light District. We sort of knew what to expect since Groningen also has a Red Light District, but Amsterdam’s was much larger, and looked to be… aahem… of higher quality. If you catch my drift. One thing we didn’t anticipate was the number of families walking through with their children. I mean, I realize that we as Americans are very conservative as compared to Eurpoeans with this stuff, but I just can’t ever picture saying ‘Hey! Family stroll through the Red Light District?…. Sure!’.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in Rembrandt Square people watching and playing around. Oh, and we found a hole in the wall (yes, sounds sketchy) sushi place which ended up not only being delicious, but our table overlooked the canal.
In the evening we headed back towards Central Station for Shane’s surprise birthday activity. A canal tour! Amsterdam is currently holding it’s third annual Light Festival, and Shane booked a tour specifically to see the various art displays. Needless to say, I was excited!
It was hard to get good pictures in the dark on a boat….but it was fun! Each piece of art was representative of the city in some way, and a lot of them were interactive with the public. For example, the tulips are originally under the water, but as pedestrians pass by they can pedal certain bike pedals on the bridge. This causes the flowers to rise up out of the water and light up. They stopped pedaling, and the flower went back into the water. We both agree we would like to do another canal tour, but one that is more focused on sightseeing or history of the city.
Day 2: Woke up to SUNSHINE!
This is kind of rare this time of year so we were up early to take advantage of it!
First stop, the I amsterdam sign at the Rijksmuseum! We unfortunately didn’t have enough time to go in this museum because we THOUGHT we were going to see the Anne Frank house (more on that soon), but its a must see when we come back.
Next stop, Anne Frank House!
Just Kidding! Yeah, if you look closely across the canal you will notice the line to get in. It turns the corner and goes all the way to the next block. We heard it was this crazy during peak season, but we thought we would be ok this time of year. Didn’t take into consideration it was a holiday weekend. Oh well. Note to self: buy tickets ahead of time. I guess technically we did seeeeeeeee the Anne Frank house. (1st house on the left in the picture above).
Since that was a fail, we decided to get breakfast then check out the Amsterdam Museum. This was nice since we were both wanting a little history after the canal cruise the night before. Wrap your mind around this: Amsterdam was an established city 789 years before the United States had it’s first president. It’s crazy to think about it like that!
After that, we headed home. For only 28 hours I think we really packed in a lot. We certainly walked a ton, and we didn’t even get close to seeing everything there is. Hurry and come visit so we have an excuse to go back!
I would just like to start out by saying that the city right now is just beautiful. So many lights everywhere! Each street has its own unique set. There are candles, twinkling diamonds, icicle lights, you name it. It actually makes it easier for giving directions… “Meet me on the street with the sparkling holly!” It’s also incredibly hard to get pictures that do it justice, but here are a few.
I would just like to make note that I took some of these WHILE BIKING. Considering that when we first moved here it was “white knuckle” biking everywhere we went I (despite the obvious safety risk) count this as huge progress in my skill level.
We got a baby Christmas tree from the market which Shane brought home on his bike…so I suppose that his biking skills are still ahead of mine.
And cat is obviously thrilled that it’s Christmas time again.
Now for the real deal. A Christmas miracle has occurred!
I got out of Groningen!
Seriously, I haven’t left the city since we moved here except to pick up the cat from the airport.
Yesterday we rented a car and drove to Münster, Germany for their Christmas Market!
We both agree that if you take away the windmills, driving through the middle of nowhere Germany looks very similar to driving through the middle of nowhere North Carolina/Virginia/Pennsylvania.
About 2 hours later we arrived to Christmas Extravaganza! First stop, Glühwein! It’s a mulled red wine that’s served warm. It’s basically Christmas in a mug, and I’ve been pretty obsessed with the ‘warm wine’ since it first showed up in the grocery store a few weeks ago. Every Glühwein stand was packed with people, and it came with a cute souvenir mug!
Last year we went to a ‘German Style’ Christmas market in Pittsburgh, and I must say, now that I’ve seen a real one, Pittsburgh’s was quite authentic. Lots of gifts, ornaments, and food.
And…..I’m back (only a month late)! I know, I know, I should have done this post a long time ago. However, things have been very crazy as of late. For starters, my 4-week trip to Tanzania ended up being extended twice, for a total of 6 weeks. Then, after finally making it home, I had exactly 6 six days before I left once again to drive to Switzerland (10+ hour drive) for 4 days, then to a conference for 3 days in the southern part of The Netherlands, which was then followed up by a 2 day “retreat” with my research group. All and all, things have FINALLY settled down which means time for a blog post. So, with that, let’s talk Africa!
Warning: this may not go as you would have expected. In previous posts, I told about my project and what we were doing daily on the lake. For the most part, this didn’t change. So, instead of saying the same thing again, I’ll deviate a bit and focus on a completely unexpected part of the trip. I’ll throw in a lot of pictures along the way.
Have you ever stopped to think about how amazing the world is? Seriously, have you ever really thought about it? I know it’s a pretty generic question. In fact, it’s probably just as easy to argue the opposite – just watch the news. The world is full of some pretty nasty people and places at the moment. However, after spending six weeks living and working in Tanzania, I have to argue the opposite – the world is an amazing place. I had the opportunity to work on the largest tropical lake in the world, day after day, for a month and half. I went days without electricity or running water (on multiple occasions), slept only a few hours a night, burned most days under the African sun, and on the others got so sea-sick and cold from some of the strongest, nastiest storms I’ve even seen. Every plant, fish, bug, or rock that I touched had some sort of spine, edge, or chemical that resulted in a cut, burn, or rash. If I wasn’t being eaten alive by mosquitoes (with a risk of malaria) then I was being attacked by some of the most ferocious ants I’ve ever encountered. Retreating to the “safety” of the lake (away from most insects) just meant you had to watch the water (where I’m trying to catch the fish I study) for the ever-present threat of crocodiles. Basically, what I’m trying to say is, I spent six weeks in Africa and it is something I will never forget. In fact, I can’t wait to go back!
Now I know what most of you are thinking – what’s wrong with me? To be honest, had I not experienced it myself, I would be thinking the same thing. None of the things I listed above sound fun, nor where they fun when they were happening. However, I think it is more about perspective than it is actual inconvenience. Despite all of the hardships and difficulties that I list, I was never in any danger. Never did I feel unsafe, or did I go hungry or thirsty. I simply had to do without most of the modern conveniences that I (and most of you reading this) am accustomed to. For everyday day that I went without Internet access, TV, or a hot shower (or without a shower at all), I was continually rewarded by the opportunity to live and work in a place we only see on the Discovery Channel. It’s Africa, it’s the where we all come from (aka the origin of the human race), and it’s a completely different way of life. Things I would never even think about in ‘normal’ life became commonplace. For an example, let me share a quick story:
Some days we would not go out on the boat and would instead sample at a near-by stream. This stream was only a few minutes walk from our rest house and was off of a fairly busy road. As such, we would often draw a lot of attention to ourselves by simply fishing in this small stream. On one particular day, I was alone fishing and soon had a group of 6-8 children (probably 8-12 years old) watching me very closely. Being that I had a lot of supplies that these kids did not have, I gave each of them some hooks and worms so that they could catch fish as well (they were there to fish for themselves and their families so that they could eat). I couldn’t help but notice that one of the kids kept hanging quietly around me and did not join his friends to use their new angling supplies. Not only did he watch me very closely, but he also was very intent on checking out all of my belongings (not uncommon, we “scientist” had a lot of strange things). It was only after a while did I realize that of particular interest to him was my unopened, 1.5 liter bottle of water. When I opened the bottle and offered it to him, he quickly drank ~1/4 of the bottle, before turning to share it with some of the other kids as well. It was only at this point did it occur to me that we did not have running water at the moment and that it had been out for a day or two. Whereas we had cases of drinking water in our rest house, there was a good chance that these kids were not as fortunate. For me, a lack of running water just meant I couldn’t shower and had to risk smelling for a few days. For these kids, it may have meant little, if any, drinking water. Before leaving for the day, I gave the boy all the bottled water we had with us.
Talk about putting things into perspective….
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t say these things or share that story to make myself seem all knowing or above anyone. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I share that story to highlight what I experienced from the people of Tanzania. Despite all of these hardships and inconveniences that would have most of us running away (believe me, I was ready to be back!), the people that I interacted with daily where some of the nicest, happiest people I’ve ever met. A lack of running water or the absence of electricity wasn’t a reason to panic and be angry, it was just a fact of life and life went on. One other thing that really stuck out to me was the theme of various conversations that I had with any number of individuals who wanted to talk (and everyone wanted to talk to the American!). The common theme of just about all of these conversations? Race…but not in the way that you’d think. To summarize what I was told on no less than 5 separate occasions, usually while having my white arm directly compared to their black arm: we all need to realize that, regardless of color, we are all human. Black, white, yellow, or brown, it doesn’t matter, we are all human. I being from America and they being Tanzania meant very little. I was simply a friend that did weird things with small fish.
Again, it’s all about perspective. So, in case you haven’t been able to tell, my time working on Lake Victoria was nothing short of amazing! For this biology nerd, it was truly a once in a lifetime trip and I’d go back tomorrow if I could. It sounds a bit cheesy to say, but I couldn’t help telling myself that this is what I want from life. I mean I spent six weeks in Tanzania, “working” on Lake Victoria. How cool is that?! And the fact that I did this for my PhD thesis makes it even cooler. It’s crazy to think that fish, by working with them and knowing a bit about them, have taken me all over the world. How is this even fair? As I said before, I think the world is and is full of amazing places. For a biologist, the wildlife and scenery that I was able to see in Africa was absolutely incredible, but then again, watch the Discovery Channel can see you that. For me, the unexpected surprise was the people. And to be honest, it was sad to leave. I spent nearly everyday working hand and hand with two local Tanzanian men, our boat drivers Mhoja and Muhammad. Mhoja and Muhammad have been working with cichlid biologists for over 20 years (30+ for Mhoja). For this reason, they are an invaluable resource when trying to complete our research. Not only are they the steady hand driving the boats in rough water, but also their knowledge of the fish is second to none. Their know-how and skill is impossible to replace.
We also had a TAFIRI scientist, Godfrey, joining on most days to learn more about the cichlids of Lake Victoria. Godfrey, being very well spoken in English, was a key resource for our work, both on the lake and beyond (ever tried to speak Swahili?). Outside of the boat team, there were countless people at TAFIRI who made our job much easier (and many of which we made their jobs extremely difficult – with no complaints at all). Individuals such as Makoja, our driver picking up things in the city while we were out sampling and Leticia, our house “mom” who kept food on the table and our rest house clean, made it possible to complete the amount of work we were able to do (and believe me, there was a lot). Even if we were not working directly with them, you were never offered anything less than bright smile and an extended greeting to see how your day and work was going. All and all, the people* are what made things bearable and kept you going day after day.
On the science side of things (aka the whole reason for going), I was able to collect all of the fish and samples that I need for my PhD project. In fact, I got more than I had planned and will basically spend the next three and a half years trying to analyze all the data – yay science. I also collected ~100 live fish and, despite being shipped all over the world (Tanzania – Switzerland – The Netherlands) they are now in our aquarium and doing well. If all goes as planned, these fish will establish lab populations that will can be used for years to come.
So now that life is more or less back to normal, it seems I can get back to work on this whole PhD thing. Granted all of this fieldwork was directly related to my project, it didn’t feel like it. I got to spend 6 weeks in Africa, “working” on the largest tropical lake in the world, interacting with amazing people, and having the time of my life! If this is what ‘work’ will be for the rest of my life, I think I made a wise career choice…we’ll just overlook the whole ‘hard to find a job in academia thing’.
He, as I’m sure you probably assumed, is the Dutch version of jolly ole’ St. Nick. The story goes something like this…
Sinterklaas comes to Holland on a steam boat from Spain, and he brings with him his ‘Zwarte Pieten’ (Black Pete) helpers. Together, between his ‘intocht’ (arrival) and his birthday on December 5th, Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piet go down the chimneys of the good children in Holland and deliver gifts. Traditionally, kids would leave shoes and notes to Sinterklaas by the fireplace and the gifts would be left in the shoes. I’m not sure if this tradition still happens today, but regardless I think the incentive for children to be good year round is higher here in Holland as opposed to North America. If you’re on Santa’s naughty list in the U.S. you get some coal in your stocking. If you’re on Sinterklaas’ bad side then you get ripped from your family, thrown on the boat & taken to Spain when he heads back home. It should also be noted that Sinterklaas is NOT part of Christmas. These are two separate things. Traditionally, presents happen during Sinterklaas, and Christmas is a more low key celebration with family over a nice meal.
To welcome Sinterklaas & the Zwarte Pieten the city has a 2 part arrival parade! First, he arrives on his boat and navigates through the canals. This part was really fun. EVERYONE is excited for Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piete, and each boat was like its own little party. One boat had a marching band, one had some very active Zwarte Pieten & everyone on the boats were waving and singing. This one is stuck in my head now. Translates to…
St. Nicholas I beg you,throw something in my shoe, throw something in my boot, thank you St. Nicholas!
After Sinterklaas makes his rounds through the canals he disembarks and heads into the city on his white horse surrounded by Zwarte Pieten handing out candy and small spiced cookies called ‘pepernoten’. Eventually, here in Groningen, he ended up in city center where the Mayor was waiting to welcome him. I read somewhere that the city parades were made up of things that represented the province of that particular city. I’m not sure if that is true or not, but based on today it would make sense. Groningen is farm country, and today’s parade had lots of horses, Zwarte Piet handed out fruit as well as candy, and there were even sheep!
Sinterklaas seems like a pretty cool guy.
So. Let’s talk about the elephant in the blog. Zwarte Piet.
Yes, they are in full black costume/black face paint. No, it’s not meant to be racist.
It’s been quite the hot topic here lately as the holiday has approached (you can Google it). The entire tradition is being debated, and coming from an outsider’s perspective it’s easy to see why. White Sinterklaas and his black helpers? You can’t help but instantly think the worst. My impression? The Dutch genuinely don’t see it this way at all. To them, Zwarte Piet is a beloved & respected character. I think the Dutch see Zwarte Piet in the same way that we see Santa’s elves. So why is he depicted this way? He is supposed to be part of the Moors of Spain who, according to the story, started working for good ole Sint when they were chased into the Sierra Nevada by the Catholic Spaniards.
Since this has drawn more attention recently The Netherlands has been working on shifting the tradition some. Each year one city hosts the National Arrival of Sinterklaas (it was in Groningen last year, one year too late!) and in this parade Zwarte Piet looks like he is covered in soot rather than full face paint, and I’ve seen candy and figures in the stores with blue, yellow, or red faces.
As an outsider, I think one thing we have to remember is that when it comes to the traditions of other cultures you can’t jump to conclusions. As an American, I think we have to be even more conscious of this since we live in a world where you are constantly having to evaluate if something is offensive to the masses. This is not to say that both sides of this argument can’t be seen, and perhaps it’s OK (and time) to modernize some traditions. #endrant
Yay Sinterklaas! 🙂
OH! I forgot! I saw this at the grocery store the other day. It’s a pig made out of Marzipan. Not sure the significance of the pig *update – the pig is for goodluck!* , but Marzipan is a big holiday treat along with the pepernoten & olieballen (deep-fried dough covered in powdered sugar. de.lish.)
On a completely different note, Shane did indeed make it back from Tanzania! And here is proof….
He has lots of pictures and stories and science to share, but November is crazytown Netherlands for him. (I would usually say crazy town USA here, but that doesn’t seem appropriate…). Once things calm down I’m sure he will start dishing.
Her new album did come out today, though. Which means I’m obsessing. Can’t help it and I’m not even a little sorry.
Which leads me into my next piece of news. Shane is STILL in Africa. He was supposed to be home on the 20th, but his trip has been extended twice now due to unforeseen circumstances. They didn’t have all the fish or shipping supplies they needed so it’s looking like he won’t be home until the first week of November. BUT! This actually works out in HIS favor, despite the cold showers and lack of electricity. He won’t have to listen to me talk Taylor non-stop! I think actually he would take the Taylor talk at this point, but I’m trying to be positive here. Mom had the same idea when I told her…
Moms always know what to say! 🙂 haha
So that’s why it’s been quiet on the blog! (Sorry Aunt Ann!)
So I’ve been a single lady for the past 5 weeks! I’ve been up to the normal things. I’m still going to the market on Saturday’s, and actually discovered these cupcake things ‘Luxe Koekje’ (I think). It’s just like pound cake with fondant icing, but they are so delicious! And see that coffee? Guess who ordered that TO GO in Dutch! I’ve been really working on my speaking skills, and now I can order pretty much anything in Dutch with confidence. Granted this is still pretty limited, but it’s a start! HUGE thank you to my friend, Danielle, from work for helping me with this!
Fall is definitely in full swing now. We had daylight savings time on Sunday, so this week I’m only 5 hours ahead of Mom & Dad! Its just overall a little more grey, and the days are significantly shorter.
One thing I’ve noticed here about fall is the lack of all commercial fall related things. I knew there would be no Starbucks PSL or halloween candy (oh candy corn how I miss thee!), but you can’t even find canned pumpkin! Which for me is a travesty. I’m having to learn how to make my own pumpkin puree out of a real pumpkin! (I know, I know, it’s really not hard I’m just lazy.) I also had to go on a hunt for molasses. Interestingly enough I found it at the health food store. Holland is really making my usual fall baking extravaganza a lot of work! I’ll be attempting a pumpkin pie sometime this month so I’ll report back. I also asked about Halloween since a few people have asked me if it is celebrated here in The Netherlands. Overall, the answer is no. There are some haunted houses/scary movie kind of things being advertised, but the kids don’t’ trick or treat and it doesn’t seem like costume parties are very popular.
So I’m here! Life as (almost) normal. Just me and Cat hanging out!
(She says hi).
November should be a fun month with the arrival of Sinterklaas & Zwarte Pete on the 15th, Shane’s birthday, and Thanksgiving so hopefully I’ll have more exciting things to write about soon! 🙂