Haarlem
20 Aug: spent most of the day travelling from Beligium to Holland, which mainly consisted of sitting on the train, reading Sense and Sensibility on my part. My motives for staying in Haarlem were simple: 1) I was tired and needed a place to sleep, and 2) the very few decent and cheap places in Amsterdam were full. But getting from the Haarlem train station to the hostel was a bit of a mess, and I arrived there in quite a mood, being quite tired of solicitations and incorrect directions from every elderly lech who fancied himself able to speak English. Took a nap. Woke with a disposition much improved, and decided that I was (gasp!) sick of chocolate! My companions for the night were, at least, relatively quiet.
I find it very interesting to consider the different species of soaps that the other girls leave in the bathroom. I myself merely have a bottle of all-purpose peppermint castile soap (which I was first introduced to at Smith, when one of the other girls put a huge bottle of it in the bathroom after we all got fed up with the environmentally-friendly but otherwise useless foam our house council had seen fit to fill the soap dispenser with), but apparently, some girls just can't live without their Apricot Scrub. Well, perhaps they have a point--my legs are unshaven, my skin is unperfumed, and my face is covered in what I have been desperately hoping is acne but what I now suspect to be mosquito bites. Am shocked that when I look into the mirror, I still look beautiful sometimes.
I find it very interesting to consider the different species of soaps that the other girls leave in the bathroom. I myself merely have a bottle of all-purpose peppermint castile soap (which I was first introduced to at Smith, when one of the other girls put a huge bottle of it in the bathroom after we all got fed up with the environmentally-friendly but otherwise useless foam our house council had seen fit to fill the soap dispenser with), but apparently, some girls just can't live without their Apricot Scrub. Well, perhaps they have a point--my legs are unshaven, my skin is unperfumed, and my face is covered in what I have been desperately hoping is acne but what I now suspect to be mosquito bites. Am shocked that when I look into the mirror, I still look beautiful sometimes.