sympathy post!
So I had quite the mishap last Friday. It still looks like this. I've been telling stories that usually end up in some combination of roving gangs of pimps on bicycles, rabid dogs and burning orphanages. But, really, it was me against the streets. I took the first swing and the cobblestones of Leidesplein dealt the final blow to my temple, which has swollen into the nastiest black eye I've ever seen on another human, let alone my own face. The public reactions I've received range from blatant staring, to shudders to winks from busdrivers and outright laughter, usually from Irish men. The human condition is so diverse!! It's been the best social experiment I've ever conducted. I should be recording it. The saddest part was upon trying to go pick up my bicycle 3 days later, I discovered that the police had swiped it. So, another adventure to come trying to hunt down my beautiful, barely-broken-in wheels. Thank God I hadn't decorated it yet. haha.
Anyway, I send my facial woes to livejournal land seeking digital get well cards from my western loves. Other than this, things are all kinds of marvelous. I feel quite adapted already, even while lacking in the dutch language. The only thing I could do without is the rain, and I'm no stranger to winter drizzle. Godspeed Spring! Long live the green city under sea level! Come visit me if/when you can!
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