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What I Did on My Summer Vacation
June 2
I went to an intense Canada Day bash in the country the night before and woke up early to go to work in Bedford.
I got off work at 3 and the car came to pick us up at 6. I hadn't packed and I was stressed out. I was grumpy. Really grumpy. The airport sucked and was filled with other military families that my mom acted really cheesy and not like herself with.
Also, my hair looked silly.
This is when I decided that even though I don't like when my mom takes pictures of me, I was going to smile very nicely in all of them.
June 3
I slept all the way on the plane, and before I knew it, we were in Amsterdam. It was 3am Nova Scotia time, but I felt great.
Everyone had blond hair with matching blond eyebrows and everyone drives bicycles.
Old men in suits on bikes
Little chicks in miniskirts on bikes
Old hunchback ladies on bikes
Funny boys in jerseys on bikes with their ladyfriends balancing on the back
Big ladies with little dogs in their baskets on bikes
EVERYONE ON BIKES!
My mom lost her shit when she saw my Dad.
I just said "Hey, what's up."
By this afternoon, I was starting to feel a little crazy with my parents.
The wanted to eat lunch at MacDonald's.
July 4
Street vendor: "YOU ARE SO COLOURFUL AND BRIGHT!"
Me: "Thanks!"
SV: "WILL YOU MARRY ME?!"
Me: No, I'm sorry!
SV: "OKAY HAVE A NICE DAY!"
Me: "YOU TOO!"
Later, we went to Madame Toussaud's (sp?) I probably wouldn't recommend it. Kind of lame.
I should have taken more sweet pictures.
July 5
I walked for forever today and got lost. Twice.
I ate so much amazing cheese and drank all of their delicious coffee. One morning I had cheese pancakes for breakfast. CHEESE PANCAKES?!?! And whenever you ask for orange juice, it's almost ALWASY fresh squeezed and really really cheap too.
In the evening we went on a canal cruise.
It was pretty lame, but I still smiled in all of the pictures my mom took of me!
See, it's true, my parents ARE in love!
There was a dude in a rowboat floating down the canal blowing a trumpet at us. Sighhh. Now that's the life. It would have been pretty sweet to live in one of the billions of houseboats in Amsterdam. They're everywhere and they all have roofs filled with potted plants.
You can't see any houseboats in this picture:
July 6
I forgot to mention that there was grafitti everywhere. Most of it sucked but a lot of it was AWWWWWESOMMMEEEE.
We caught the train to Brussels
Caught a cab to the hotel. So far, every cab I've been in, I feel like I'm going to die.
The hotel's in a fucking ritzy area. Check this out.
Chanel, Dior, Versace, Louis Vuitton. So intense. My wallet couldn't handle those places.
The air conditioner in our hotel room was busted so my parents complained and complained. They complained some more and then we got a different room. Except they didn't have one room with two beds in it. So we got moved up to the executive floor and our own big giant rooms to ourselves!! So naturally, I ate cheesecake, watched French MTV and jumped on my bed!
July 7
We went into the center of Brussels today to a place called Grande Place which is a big square with tons of old impressive buildings.
My parents walked around in circles trying to find tourist hotspots while I bought ice creams and followed them around. I actually enjoyed this a lot. Especially when they found the most famous tourist hotspot of all: A statue of a little boy taking a qhiz.
So good.
July 8
I went shopping.
This is actually a shopping mall:
Pillow store? Awesome.
July 9
We caught the train to Paris. I have to admit, I didn't so much really like Brussels.
On our way to the hotel, our taxi driver hit another car as he was tyring to get by. He said "Woopsies"
I met Natalia, seeing as I was in desperate need of conversation with someone my age. She took me to the Latin Quarter to go for a stroll. Apparently, in the Latin Quarter, there are lots of Jews and Gays. Also, expensive clothes.
That night was the World Cup final so I tagged along with natalia to watch the game outside a bar in the streets of Paris with 100 or so other people....more than that? I don't know.
Of course they didn't win as everyone knows. How perfect would that have been?
Everyone still went crazy of course.
ALLEZ LES BLEUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Check out this dude who decided to fucking climb a statue/fountain:
The streets were packed. Fireworks, firecrackers, horny boys, riot police. Some dude caressed me from behind and said "beautiful" OKAYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!
July 10
I saw the goddamn Eiffel Tower today
I stood underneath it. It took my breath away. But there's only so much of the Eiffel Tower and shitty gypsies you can take.
So we went to the Arc de Triomph (sp?)
July 11
I want to eat croissants all day.
Croissant and crepes.
That's me eating croissants in a park with my Dad.
This picture was taklen mintes before a crazy old homeless man asked us for money.
Did you know that homesless people just set up tents in the parks here to sleep at night? Crazy.
Today, I went shopping and bought expensive things.
My belly hurt from all the sugary things I ate. The deliciousness is worth it though.
July 12
I've noticed that everyone smells like body odor. Maybe it's because it's so hot here. Or maybe it's because they just don't give a shit.
I bought some more things today.
And then I came home!!
All in all, it was a good trip. Not fabulous and exciting. Just good.
I was glad to come home.
I also have a new webcam, which I basically think is the best thing since sliced bread.
Let's have webcam chats! lindsaykillin@hotmail.com
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