Spreekt u Nederlands?*
so today mom and i went to barcelona for the day.
our first stop was this small dutch store called lekker (trans. tasty) which makes me just weep with nostalgia. the first time i went there, they even had the exact same pink-covered cupcakes (roze koeken) i'd buy in the supermarket. (they didn't have them this time though, which made me sad.) they had all the sauces. they had the salty liquorice. they had erwtensoep. for god's sake, they had poffertje mixes! and the pan! now, speaking of sauces, ever since i left the netherlands i've been aching for ye olden days when i made stir fries with these little curry blocks. (i also used ready-made sauces which alsdsdfhnnngh.) I could have sworn they had them. but they only had the other, wet kind from another brand i recognized. less economic but zomg curry. the look of pleasured surprise when i said dankuwell to the wee adolescent boy at the till just made my day.
then we went to a cloth store to check out options for the guest bed and stuff. at another store we bought this massive blanket that's all fuzzy and furry and a beautiful blue and had to, unfortunately, lug it around for the rest of the day. however. awesome blanket is awesome.
after a lunch of sandwiches at a cafe we'd gone to before and loved because a) good food, b) excellent coffee, and c) aw yiss them reasonable prices, we went to a place i'd been bugging my mom to go to since we landed in spain. i knew it from when i lived there before and still had the address squirreled away on a paper: la cremeria toscana. italian ice cream. i mean really freaking good italian ice cream. jesus, we hadn't had gelatto in over a year and a half, since leaving rome. they were even playing an italian radio station. it was... *kisses fingers*
then we walked about a bit more, getting progressively more exhausted, until we called it quits and took the train at sants and started the long journey home. tea, tumblr, and dinner later, and now i'm curled up in bed ready to watch some bad television.
speaking of television, yesterday i watched so much nostalgia - i mean, the x-files's miniseries pilot. it's back. my childhood, it's back. and they kept the opening credits and everything. and the cigarette-smoking man is still smoking cigarettes, bless him. i had only two eh? moments: joel mchale's everything (except his speach, because he's good at those. mainly, i couldn't take him seriously because i only know him from community.), and this one scene where mulder is all dramatic shoulder grabbing at scully and the dialogue was a bit...capslock dramatic. aside from that, though, oh sweet jelly baby it's back. and i wasn't even too much a fan of it. (now, if they get star trek: the next generation back on air, i will never stop dancing.) but it was a thing i watched all the time with my brother and enjoyed it and that one episode with the scary mysterious tree people that ends with one hiding under scully's hotel bed and her leaving the room just in time will never leave me. also i vividly remember watching the movie with my bro when it came out, one winter in montreal. so it's a thing for me. a "moment in my life" thing more than a "mah babeh show" thing.
so that's been my day. i...i should check up on y'all's. i have not been good with keeping up on that. sorry.
* "Do you speak Dutch?"
our first stop was this small dutch store called lekker (trans. tasty) which makes me just weep with nostalgia. the first time i went there, they even had the exact same pink-covered cupcakes (roze koeken) i'd buy in the supermarket. (they didn't have them this time though, which made me sad.) they had all the sauces. they had the salty liquorice. they had erwtensoep. for god's sake, they had poffertje mixes! and the pan! now, speaking of sauces, ever since i left the netherlands i've been aching for ye olden days when i made stir fries with these little curry blocks. (i also used ready-made sauces which alsdsdfhnnngh.) I could have sworn they had them. but they only had the other, wet kind from another brand i recognized. less economic but zomg curry. the look of pleasured surprise when i said dankuwell to the wee adolescent boy at the till just made my day.
then we went to a cloth store to check out options for the guest bed and stuff. at another store we bought this massive blanket that's all fuzzy and furry and a beautiful blue and had to, unfortunately, lug it around for the rest of the day. however. awesome blanket is awesome.
after a lunch of sandwiches at a cafe we'd gone to before and loved because a) good food, b) excellent coffee, and c) aw yiss them reasonable prices, we went to a place i'd been bugging my mom to go to since we landed in spain. i knew it from when i lived there before and still had the address squirreled away on a paper: la cremeria toscana. italian ice cream. i mean really freaking good italian ice cream. jesus, we hadn't had gelatto in over a year and a half, since leaving rome. they were even playing an italian radio station. it was... *kisses fingers*
then we walked about a bit more, getting progressively more exhausted, until we called it quits and took the train at sants and started the long journey home. tea, tumblr, and dinner later, and now i'm curled up in bed ready to watch some bad television.
speaking of television, yesterday i watched so much nostalgia - i mean, the x-files's miniseries pilot. it's back. my childhood, it's back. and they kept the opening credits and everything. and the cigarette-smoking man is still smoking cigarettes, bless him. i had only two eh? moments: joel mchale's everything (except his speach, because he's good at those. mainly, i couldn't take him seriously because i only know him from community.), and this one scene where mulder is all dramatic shoulder grabbing at scully and the dialogue was a bit...capslock dramatic. aside from that, though, oh sweet jelly baby it's back. and i wasn't even too much a fan of it. (now, if they get star trek: the next generation back on air, i will never stop dancing.) but it was a thing i watched all the time with my brother and enjoyed it and that one episode with the scary mysterious tree people that ends with one hiding under scully's hotel bed and her leaving the room just in time will never leave me. also i vividly remember watching the movie with my bro when it came out, one winter in montreal. so it's a thing for me. a "moment in my life" thing more than a "mah babeh show" thing.
so that's been my day. i...i should check up on y'all's. i have not been good with keeping up on that. sorry.
* "Do you speak Dutch?"