Posted by: patriciamar | August 8, 2009

Two Slugs and a Hedgehog

Last night on a midnight walk around Smaragdlaan, we were exposed to Dutch wildlife.  Overall, you don’t see too much besides birds.  Ducks, swans, geese, storks, seagulls, pigeons, you see everywhere, but other than that, not too much.  During our late night walk, we got to see the other type of Dutch wildlife, the kind that only comes out when most of the people [in one of the most densely populated areas in the world per square kilometer] are asleep.

Right outside our building, there was a friendly hedgehog, slowly working to sort through the leaves and grass of the front lawn.  Scurrying, as they do, it was almost the cutest thing I have ever seen.

Later, near the canal, we saw slugs.  Two slugs, to be exact.  And although I have seen grubs, like those ones that live in dead tree trunks, I am not sure that I have ever seen this type of slug.  Slimy, but not too slimy, more like an extra fat worm that is crawling across the cement, making any earthworm, long and thin, seem just plain underweight.

Now that we have discovered this secret nocturnal world, it makes me think that we should spend a little more time out at night in Holland.  There’s something to be said for times when hedgehogs and slugs can scuttle and slide without worry.  Especially among hundreds of sleeping Dutchmen and women, up to 1225 people per square kilometer.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 6, 2009

That’s Meineken

That’s Heineken.

That’s my Heineken.

That’s Meineken.

… Just in case you were wondering where that train of thought came from.  (And just in case you don’t know any German or Dutch, the word for ‘my’ in German is ‘mein’ and in Dutch, it’s ‘mijn’ -pronounced the same way… so that’s why it’s at least a little funny.) (At least funny to Matt and me.) (And now I’ve explained, in detail, my joke) (I”m really cool.) (Go Chandler).

So, it has been a warm week in the Netherlands.  Today – over 30!  (This is actually pretty warm for Nederland).  For all you Usa’s, that is about 86 degrees F.  (But don’t feel bad, I can never remember exactly either) (Did you know that you can type it into google to find out instantly?  Just type “30 c to f” and it will give you the conversion.  Wow.  Fabulous discovery.  The same works for most other conversions as well.)  So it has been a hot week here in Leiden.  The beaches are full, the city is empty, even the market was fairly bare this past Wednesday… I am very happy for the cross-breeze that passes through our apartment, and even happier because now it is 11:30 at night and the temp has dropped down to the normal, beautiful sleeping weather… right around 65.  ahhh.. Who doesn’t love 65 for sleeping?

Even though it can be a bit warm during the day, I am thankful for the warm weather as a preparatory run towards the Indonesian weather that I am about to enter.  I have decided that although it is basically an equatorial climate, the Minnesota humidity and evil August heat has at least somewhat prepared me, so I will now stop imagining the horrible heat that may be, and bask in the fact that for at least the first week, I am staying at a hotel with both air conditioning, my own bathroom, AND a pool.  Hurrrrraaaay!

AND! for only 11 euros a night.  Nice.  I can’t wait!

Komodo dragons, here I come!

*on a side note, Komodo dragons actually only live on the islands of Komodo, and on the west side of the other island next to it (I think it’s Flores), so I will mostly likely not see komodo dragons.  Sad, but true.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 5, 2009

Butterfly Violence

Yesterday, I got bitch slapped by a butterfly.
It was quite an ordeal if I might say so myself. I was biking a load of stuff to our newly rented storage space in Wassenaar, and Slam! a butterfly smacked me in the face. The butterfly flew nicely away, seemingly alright, so I am pretty sure that it was intentional.

Maybe this particular butterfly is part of a group that is against the creation of further paths (both car and bike) which invade and destruct their habitat. Obviously an interstate is a bit too dangerous a place for protesting, so they go to the bike path.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 20, 2009

Cheerio

Speaking for the majority of the world (if I may), I never really thought British people used “Cheerio” as an actual greeting.  But, sure enough, they do.

The first bus ride from the Exeter airport into Exeter, at the first stop, one of the three older women from the back seat got off the bus with a “Cheerio!” to her gal pals.  It was completely real and just made me smile.

Another notably jolly item was the Exeter airport itself.  We got off the plane using the stairs, which isn’t all that unusual for the discount European airlines, but then you look out onto an airfield- complete with about a dozen of those mini-planes that are used for tours of Rock County during Buffalo Days.  Our plane with four across, forty-eight seats total, basically dwarfed all the others.  Turning towards the “airport” (yes, it really does need quotes) you see a tan tin shed with a six inch by 18 inch sign:

Arrivals

It was quaintly ghetto, if this is possible.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 17, 2009

By the way

During all of this writing, Matt has been reading the comments found on Celebheights.com. Just so you know, he is enjoying it quite a bit. Laughing Heartily. I am not sure if I should tell you to avoid this site at all costs, or tell you to make sure you make a visit. Your decision. Best of Luck.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 17, 2009

Aardappelen

Aardappelen, pomme de terre, papa, potato.

From what I have seen over the last year, potatoes are a staple of the Dutch diet.  Every national dish contains potatoes, mothers can carry one or two 10 kilo (22 pound) bags of potatoes on the back of their bike- or sometimes the handlebars- no problem, and when there is a 10 kilos for 1.99 euros sale, people go crazy!  Needless to say (since I am Minnesotan) potatoes are a rather important part of our diet now as well.

So, while making baked potatoes over the last year in our convection oven, I have been a strong advocate  for poking holes in the potatoes before putting them in.  I know that it is a bit different than a microwave (400 degrees for 30 minutes, rather than weird micro-waves for 15 or 20), but I still get a bit nervous and feel the need to stab them each several times.

Matt, on the other hand, does not understand the poking of holes, and chooses to live on the edge by not doing so.  Of course this generally makes me at least a little nervous.  Early today, while making our lunch of baked potatoes, he heard a pop, and much to his pleasure, then brought me in to the kitchen.  He proudly showed me how the skin of a potato had a small bubble which had exploded, leaving only a slightly dented potato and no further problems.  So, I suppose that generally the whole poking the potatoes in case of explosion only applies for microwave ovens.

Two minutes later a giant potato exploded loudly and splattered all over the whole oven…

He politely cleaned it up and moved the remaining potatoes to a plate before continuing the baking process.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 16, 2009

Mobility

The Dutch love mobility.  They like to be sure that every person has the ability to go anywhere (within reason) at almost any time of day.  For this reason, I can go to almost any Dutch city at almost any time of day.  Even three o’clock in the morning.  In some cases it may take a little longer than in the middle of the day, but I can still get there.

The method of transport that is most enjoyable to watch is the hoverround.  Those little motorized scooters are Everywhere!  Just today, on the way into the Centrum, I saw a field trip of hoverrounds heading out of town.  In total, there were seventeen hoverrounds.  I am absolutely not exaggerating at all.  I counted.  And so did Matt.  then we compared notes.  The most fantastic part of this hoverround parade was that the last of the seventeen was actually being pulled on a mini hoverround trailer by another hoverround – obviously in case one of the other hoverrounds breaks down.

The parade of middle to late aged hoverrounders was most likely headed towards the Valkenburgse Meer.  There, they will all park in a line and watch the million ducks swim on the lovely man made lake.  Maybe they will even stray from their scooters to take a ride on the mini-train that circles the lake in the summer.  How nice.

Mobility for everyone is so nice.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 15, 2009

Dutch Radio

The other day I was out running with my new amazon.co.uk mp3 player (how exciting!) and I tuned in to a classic Dutch radio station.  During the run, the music started off well with Voulez Vous from the Mamma Mia soundtrack.  Due to the fact that my morning alarm is tuned in to a Dutch station, I already knew that the playlist would be peppered with random songs in English from today- or ten years ago.  As I ran along the branch of the Rijn River (Rheine River) that runs through Leiden, a lovely Dutch ballad came on-  Maybe something like a Dutch Neil Diamond.  As I turned onto Haagsche Schouwweg, the station switched notches and, that’s right, the American classic – Born to be Wild.  What a beauty.  ha.

As I rounded the bend back to Smaragdlaan, another lovely, and by that I mean overly cheesy ballad started to play.  The Dutch ballad must be an important filler, I guess.

But then I realized -wait, this is in English… So I looked it up when I got home.

Best of my Love by the Eagles… You’ve gotta love Dutch radio.  You just can’t get such a quality mix anywhere else.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 13, 2009

25 and counting…

So overall, my 25th birthday went off without a hitch.   The biggest problem was that the first train back to Leiden (that would have left two minutes after we got to the station) was not my favorite style of Dutch train.  Lucky for me- I am a bit spoiled- and we went to the Albert Heijn ToGo to get ice cream and took the next train (an excellent one) 12 minutes later.  Ahhh… the Dutch life.

My day started slowly at 10:45, and I started smoothly with a cup of coffee and leftover raspberry-Holland bessen pie (I think these may be Lingonberries, but I can’t be sure) metslagroom, of course.  [slagroom = whipped cream]

We met A & K in Amsterdam and although the day started rainy, soon it was sunny and fresh and we were wandeling around Jordaan admiring local artwork and calm canals and the peaceful stir of locals going about their lives.

We had lunch at a small eetcafe that was basically run by one friendly young waitress.  After tomato soup with pesto and a cappuccino, it was easy to slip in to the Jordaan feeling, when you feel as if you could stay all day, rotating between espresso and La Chouffe, trying to memorize the white window panes and the way the sun reflected off of the canal into them.  Jordaan really should be on everyone’s list of Amsterdam’s activities.  It’s easy to think that you have reached the neighborhood when you get past the AnneFrank Huis into the western side of the canal rings, but you have not quite reached it yet.  If you are there for dinner, make sure to stop at Dona Sofia’s for some amazing gnocchi and great italian appetizers as well.

After the bill, but before we stepped out the door, the waitress [somehow…] discovered that it was my birthday and within two minutes we were all sipping Jagermeister and another similar Dutch liquor.

Our lazy day continued to the Leidseplein for a beer and ‘typical Dutch fried snacks,’ the very best kind of bar snack (at least when Maxwell’s wings aren’t available).

For dinner, yes, I know, it does seem that the only thing we do is eat and drink, but we did wander a bit in between at least…

We headed to Bird Thai for some AMAZING thai food.  You may have to wait a few minutes to get in, and you may have the one arrogant bastard as your waiter, but just let it go- he only takes your order and then you are helped by the nicest staff ever.

I finished off the celebration of year 25 with a walk through the Red Light District back to the station.  What a wonder- drunken Brits there for Stag Parties, prostitutes, beer, weed, and giant pub crawls of ridiculous 19 year-old Americans… Really makes me wonder what I will be doing on my next birthday.

Posted by: patriciamar | July 8, 2009

Things to consider…

What if there were a cheetah filming in our window?

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