adventures! yay!
I've been home for a bit, enjoying free food, toilets, and shelter as well as naps and the English language! But, oh I really miss some things: Rose and lavender and lilac flavored ice cream, "Pimp My Fahrrad", the dozens of carousels, nice German punks, cute bicycles, centuries-old buildings, cold cold weather (well in the Netherlands, at least), potato and burger pizzas in the park (consumed while watching people dance to French swing) the entire Louvre, cherry-flavored beer + dutch pancakes for dinner, fireworks displays off the Eiffel Tower on Bastille Day, art galleries that are really churches, H&Ms with vintage clothes, train rides through amazing countrysides (especially from Amsterdam Centraal to Roosendaal! Holy moly! Farm animals roaming free and windmills and little old towns and bicycles stopped waiting for the train to pass), cuckoo clocks featuring Heidi.
One really nasty thing that happened was, after we got lunch on the second level of the Eiffel Tower, someone threw someone's ashes off the top which landed perfectly on us. So in the picture of me jumping, I'm completely soiled with ashes of a dead person.
amsterdam:
I really just like the air conditioners painted to look like boom boxes
brussels:
paris:
this ferris wheel was right down the garden from the Louvre. It cost six euros to ride but it was so perfect!
Cologne:
upside-down ice cream cone!
Haarlem:
And I have many more mediocre polaroids just like these, but scanning is frustrating. We also broke two nice cameras while there, but that's a very sad story.
While we were away, my grandmother fell down the stairs and had to go to the hospital for a while. I've never seen anyone so bruised. It's hard to get used to looking at someone with a purple head as if she looks completely normal. The steps leading to the basement are quite bloody, but we are odd folks so we just walk over the blood instead of cleaning it up. This was a sad story, too. I have a few other sad stories, but perhaps I've written enough already.
the end.