We've been here for over 24 hours now and I'm totally in love. We've just been walking around the streets today, and limping slightly every so often in my case, because I don't really have my cobblestone legs yet and I keep stumbling and wrenching my ankles. A sit-down in the nearest cafe with a Coke Light seems to help. Coke Light is not to be confused in any way with that which we know as Diet Coke.
Tacky Dutch souvenirs reach a level of sublime wrongness that most places can only dream of. I am tempted by the ceramic salt & pepper shakers which are shaped like penises and have ersatz blue delft windmills on them. But my mom's birthday isn't for several months, so maybe not.
Plus, of course I'm holding out for the Last Supper painted on a wooden shoe.
Went to see Syriana today, because movies here are shown in English and subtitled in Dutch, and our last attempt to see Syriana at home failed because the sound and projection were awful. If you've seen the movie, you may have guessed the problem today...big chunks of the dialogue are in other languages, and therefore are subtitled. Now in Dutch! Duh.
I made a whole bunch of progress on my Rogue sleeve on the plane, but it turns out that reading really IS fundamental, especially when it tells you how many stitches to increase on the increase rows. Had I actually read it yesterday and not assumed I just remembered it, I would not be short 20 stitches after finishing the cable panel. Sigh. Guess that was the practice run. It looks great, though. I haven't found an internet cafe where I can upload photos off my memory card, but when I do I will post a photo because the cable looks great. In its tiny, tiny little sleeve.
We took a canal boat tour last night. The boat wasn't very full, so we amused ourselves by whispering additional commentary to the very very serious narration recording on the boat. The man who did the English version really sounded like he was reporting horrible news on local TV, not saying that a certain mansion was now a museum. Every little blurb really needed to end with, "...and there were no survivors," to match the tone.
Going back to the hotel now to rest for a bit and then get into something warmer for the evening excursions.
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