I wonder how flowers photosynthesize in Holland
On postcards you see flowers, loads of brighly colored healthy looking flowers.
When I go to the flower market there are tons of brightly colored, healthy looking flowers.
When I ride my bike around I see lots of brightly colored healthy looking flowers.
But, after living here for close to a year, it has just hit me. How can all the flowers look so great when the sun seems to have disappeared. It's like the sun and Holland are in a fight and the sun just walked out the door, and so all Holland can do is cry. And let me tell you, this country has been crying a lot lately.
But really, I don't mind. I kinda like it.
The lab is wonderful. I love comming here and working, drawing neurons, setting up behavioral tests etc. etc. And there are new students starting on monday, I get to teach them some stuff. Uber exciting, reminds me when Roxana, Marlou, and I started that one abnormally hot, sunny day in September.
I am trying for a fulbright, but I have to talk to Utrecht first. I just can't think of any place I'd rather be to do a masters. I have to set up a meeting first.
And just to catch people up on the romatic life front (this is the quick and dirty version): the morrocan is gone, and I've picked up a wonderful south african who is esentially like me, but male and hott.
When I go to the flower market there are tons of brightly colored, healthy looking flowers.
When I ride my bike around I see lots of brightly colored healthy looking flowers.
But, after living here for close to a year, it has just hit me. How can all the flowers look so great when the sun seems to have disappeared. It's like the sun and Holland are in a fight and the sun just walked out the door, and so all Holland can do is cry. And let me tell you, this country has been crying a lot lately.
But really, I don't mind. I kinda like it.
The lab is wonderful. I love comming here and working, drawing neurons, setting up behavioral tests etc. etc. And there are new students starting on monday, I get to teach them some stuff. Uber exciting, reminds me when Roxana, Marlou, and I started that one abnormally hot, sunny day in September.
I am trying for a fulbright, but I have to talk to Utrecht first. I just can't think of any place I'd rather be to do a masters. I have to set up a meeting first.
And just to catch people up on the romatic life front (this is the quick and dirty version): the morrocan is gone, and I've picked up a wonderful south african who is esentially like me, but male and hott.