I have spent the last five days in Kentucky, on the border of Ohio (we literally took a walk to Ohio). In my mind, we were travelling horizontal from New Jersey, and it wasn’t until we arrived and the valet park attendant said “Ya’ll have a nice day now” that I realized we were indeed, “South”. How the heck did we do that?
I have had a great time, though! The very first thing I realized about Cincinnati, Ohio was that it was so Clean. Like, seriously clean. I knew Chicago was cleaner than NYC, but is all of Ohio so clean? The entire city looks as if it has been plucked out of one of those freaky Inception dreams where everything is surreal. The buildings so new, the sidewalks so fresh, no construction, the windows so polished….seriously.
But the real funny difference in culture when travelling hours away is the people.
Lets take the following scene, for example.
This is how it goes down in Kentucky:
You approach a Starbucks. But magically, someone has the door open for you already because everyone is just that nice. You walk in. At least five different people (strangers) say hi to you, on your way in or their way out. If you dare whip your phone out and text someone while you’re on line, at least three different people (this actually happened) will find a way to make conversation with you, somehow. The conversation will be a legit conversation that requires effort and adequate responding on your part. Just when you think your conversation is over, someone behind you in line pops in with, “Hey ya’ll I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I just thought your conversation was so intriguing and I must join in with my own input.” So then you, the original conversationee and another person are still talking about the weather. And none of you have ordered your coffee. The cashier looks at ya’ll standing side by side (makes conversation easier) and doesn’t know who is next. And I kid you not, everyone in line will encourage everyone else to go first and I heard “I’m in no rush, please you go ahead” said at least five times. And everyone smiles, all the time. At 7:30 in the morning. Its like Disney world. When I did make it up to the cashier and ordered, it turned out they were out of my favorite brand of tea. I said it was okay if I got a different one, but she insisted on going to their back room and finding the restock of my tea. And no one in line complained. And their tip jar for the cashiers was FULL. It took four times as long to stand in line and wait for my order, but I made three new friends (two other wedding photographers and 1 other a sound/filmmaker. )
Now Lets take the same typical scene in New Jersey/ New York:
You approach the starbucks. You open your own damn door. You stand in a long line, but it usually moves pretty fast because everyone goes fast. Absolutely no one talks to each other in line and everyone is either 1) talking on a cell phone 2)texting on a cell phone 3) doing anything else on a cell phone 4)playing with a tablet/ipad 5)reading the newspaper in their hand 6) reading the newspaper on their phone 7)watching the TV screen for the latest news. In fact, everyone else has their phone out so you pretty much feel compelled to do SOMETHING on your phone, even if you just checked your facebook,email and all your recent text messages right before you approached the starbucks. Its okay, do it again there could be something new. Besides the business man yelling into his cell phone (usually at the same time he’s trying to order), the only other chatter you’ll hear is the occasional set of friends chit-chatting in line and it will be about business, or about the coffee they ordered. It is RARE for strangers to talk to each other and if they do its usually because one feels like they did something to the other that warrants a half-felt “sorry” (i.e. bumped into one another ever so slightly [northern people never like to touch]). On occasion you’ll have the out-of-stater that asks how that brand of coffee is because he’s trying to make conversation, and he’ll get a “Its good.” (with a smile-maybe) in return. On the good side, you move through the line quickly, you get your order quickly and you get out quickly. On the bad side, you make no new friends. Also, if your favorite tea brand is out- sorry for you. You BETTER have a back up order ready to go in your mind or else you’re gonna get some audibly grumpy people in line behind you. Also, I have never seen a tip jar at a starbucks, ever around here.
It’s not even like I just noticed this. Its not just Ohio and its not just New York City/ NY/ NJ. In all my travels I have seriously generally noticed this sharp difference in American sub-cultures. Its astounding.
I wonder why this is, though? Why the “South” is known for generally being slow (physically- not cognitively), but for being very nice. The “North” I think is known for being fast-paced, grumpy, all attitude and ready to push you out of the way. Also, when I told one of my new found Starbucks friends that I was from New Jersey, she immediately thought “Jersey Shore” and asked if Jersey was all interstates and factories like that. *Slam face against wall now*.
But I guess what I’m trying to say here is that even though the North has that reputation in public, it doesn’t mean we’re automatically bad people, it just means we have grown up where things move fast, you get things on demand, you move fast, you get things fast, you do things fast, you constantly have at least one piece of technology on your body or in purse, and you have checked at least one form of social media (twitter, facebook, email, text) within the last ten minutes. It’s all on how we’re raised, how life is grained into us from the beginning. What’s taught to us about what’s acceptable and what’s not.
On that theory, I would love to meet someone who grew up constantly on the move around the world and United States. I wonder what culture they adapt to. That would be an interesting sociology project.
Even though I brand the North here with a horrible reputation and I give the South a nice reputation (I think I did, at least), I don’t think I could live in the South. Is that so wrong? Is it wrong to love the Northern culture, where everyone is opinionated, grumpy and quick? No. Because I think we’re also intelligent, effective, cultured, and undeniably witty.
I’m sure if I moved to somewhere South and lived there for awhile, I would get used to it. Then, when visiting or returning back North I would probably hate how the people are. Like I said, its all what you are used to at the current time. I think 87% of Humans don’t like change. I just made that up.
In order to survive in the North, you have to make it your own. People will not openly talk to you like they will in the South. If you want to meet people, you have to target them and make your own conversation. You have to be bold. Say what’s on your mind. If you want to be shy here, that’s okay- but you won’t get noticed and that’s just that. I kept to my shy self in Ohio and still 3 people wanted to talk to me in Starbucks.
The reason why I’ve been in Ohio is for another convention (another blog post coming up). At the end of the convention the announcer said, “Well, all that have come from far and near, I hope you all leave with a new friend you didn’t have before”. Me and my dad looked at each other and laughed. “Nope!” We both thought. Oh well. I’ll try harder next time….
See Ya'll later,
WNB
PS- if any of my readers are from Kentucky, Ohio or anywhere thats branded as being "South", then I hope I didn't offend you. You're lovely, thats the point. You're all so lovely its nauseatingly lovely. I'm just astounded how different people are based on where they live, and thats my point. Have a nice day! :)
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10 + Years in Nursing In Medical Surgical, Women's Health, Telemetry and Informatics.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Its a Different World!
Hello! I have found a small nook of time to blog a little before we leave for our bikeride along the Dutch countryside! I have one hour so I will blog as much as I can and then pick up where I left off!
It gets dark here at like....10:30. That is so wild. At 9 pm, I swear it looks like the American version of 2 or 3 pm. So weird. It really isn't helping my body get used to adjusting to jet lag! Jet lag is funny because no matter how much sleep I get I'm still tired, I keep waking up at 3 am feeling awake, and my stomach is constantly hungry!! (which is not good, because food is not exactly plentiful!) Well, it IS plentiful, but my wallet is not!
Anyway, no more complaints.
Our hotel is lovely! It is on the wee outskirts of Amsterdam in a residential neighborhood, about a 15 minute walk to the tram station and then about 30 minutes on the tram. As I'm writing this I can hear neighborhood kids playing outside- running around playing baseball and kickball (they probably call it something different).
I have the bestest, most sweetest roommates in the world! For Amsterdam at least, we are probably going to have to switch next city to meet other people.
I am 90% sure that my group is the only 30 people in the hotel that speak fluent english- everyone else is Dutch. Which I KEEP FORGETTING, because other than that--you would think this is an "american" hotel. So I get on the elevator and I say "Good morning" and they don't respond. Or I mutter off something quickly that any fluent english person would understand but not someone that does not know it well. Or, days like today, I said "Good morning" in Dutch! Woot! and must have pulled it off well because then they continued a conversation with me in Dutch and I had to sheepishly say and shrug, "Sorry, English." Conversation over.
And its weird being out in public-- Like I can't say "I'm sorry" to a stranger if I bump into them, or whatever. Or I can't say little things to keep up a conversation with a stranger.
The funny thing is, I guess because its a huge city, is its a lot like New York City in that its a big melting pot of languages. There is mostly Dutch, but also a lot of spanish, german and a wee bit of French. Most signs are first written in Dutch and then in English, which is nice of them. America doesn't exactly pride itself in having signs with Dutch translation at the bottom. Also, when looking at a Dutch phrase, with a little common sense it is easy to figure out quickly. I have already figured out the common words for "the, your, you, I, we, would, no smoking, open, again, etc." Also if you try and pronounce the Dutch phrase, sometimes it even sounds like the English way except a little different. Languages are so much fun to play with!
Also, all of their music here is the same as ours, and all in English. A lot of their signs and coffeeshops and clothing stores, are all written in English and only English. And when my friends and I were lost, every Dutch person we stopped to ask directions was able to communicate enough in English. Kudos to them! I think America needs to step up their game in terms of learning more languages. I know its in our school systems, but its not enough. Most of us are not fluent in Spanish, and that is our "second language". We need to step it up and be more universally acceptable.
Anyway, Yesterday was fun! We started on a sightseeing tour which was funny because typical me is listening with one ear but taking pictures like crazy. But this is necessary, you see, because when the tour group stops to teach us something, I have to take pictures because taking pictures while walking has proven to be difficult.
After the sightseeing tour, we ended up at Anne Frank's House. This was really emotional and very saddening. Unfortunately cameras were strictly not allowed, so I don't have any. The entire tour going through was very quiet. It was startling to see the living conditions they were forced in to, and how it turned out anyway. It was very sad and hard to see, but also very eye-opening and interesting. For instance, I did not know that Anne wanted to be a writer. She wanted to publish her own book called the "Secret Annex". Besides her famous diary, she kept many other books with random favorite quotes, and creative writing scenes, novels and poetry which reminds me a lot of myself, which I really liked.
After that emotional toll, we all went to their supermarket here and grabbed some lunch ( I got a smoothie and an apple for 2.80 Euro! woot
After my mini-alone excursion (one I will never forget!) We went on a relaxing boat tour through the canal, which was relaxing. Did I mention it was relaxing? We all so needed it. We took lots of pictures together and I took lots of pictures of....everything else. After our cruise we had some free time til dinner, and this is where the bonding came in. About 6 of us decided to just walk around and explore. We came across a really cool flea market and I got some sweet pictures. We did some shopping, talking, and getting to know each other. By the end of the 2 hours, we all felt like best friends. It was unforgettable, and amazing, having that instant connection with five other people after just meeting them.
We then went to dinner, and it took us about halfway into our entree to figure out what nationality we chose. We thought we were in a Thai or Indian type food place, but turns it was totally Greek. very, very Greek. And I tried new things! And didn't die! Didnt even get nauseous! :D Although I honestly could not tell you WHAT I tried.
After dinner we went to this park where the famous " I amsterdam" sign is, and we all took pictures in while climbing in letters together. It was so much fun!
After that we went to the "Red Light District"....for those of you that do not know, prostitution is very legal in Amsterdam. The RLD is a place where prostitutes can openly sell their services to people seeking. It was the wildest thing I have ever seen, and certainly something I will never see in America! Women in bikini's wait in their house doorways behind a glass window, and tap at you as you walk by if they are interested in you. If you are interested in them first, you can go to them and discuss pricing for their services. Then you make a deal and...well, you know. So it was sad to see that women were relying on this for their income and being treated so lowly and this is what their life has come too...but at the same time I am glad it is legal because the country has so many practices in place to keep these women safe, STD free and free of lifelong detriments such as AIDS. Also, they are making a LOT of money.
Anyway, thats the majority of my day! Thanks for sticking around for a long blog! Hope I made it interesting! Today is a bike ride along the Dutch countryside, and I leave in ten minutes! We won't be done until later tonight. Tomorrow is an 8 hour bus ride to Munich!
~A Writer in a Nurses Body < 3
It gets dark here at like....10:30. That is so wild. At 9 pm, I swear it looks like the American version of 2 or 3 pm. So weird. It really isn't helping my body get used to adjusting to jet lag! Jet lag is funny because no matter how much sleep I get I'm still tired, I keep waking up at 3 am feeling awake, and my stomach is constantly hungry!! (which is not good, because food is not exactly plentiful!) Well, it IS plentiful, but my wallet is not!
Anyway, no more complaints.
Our hotel is lovely! It is on the wee outskirts of Amsterdam in a residential neighborhood, about a 15 minute walk to the tram station and then about 30 minutes on the tram. As I'm writing this I can hear neighborhood kids playing outside- running around playing baseball and kickball (they probably call it something different).
I have the bestest, most sweetest roommates in the world! For Amsterdam at least, we are probably going to have to switch next city to meet other people.
I am 90% sure that my group is the only 30 people in the hotel that speak fluent english- everyone else is Dutch. Which I KEEP FORGETTING, because other than that--you would think this is an "american" hotel. So I get on the elevator and I say "Good morning" and they don't respond. Or I mutter off something quickly that any fluent english person would understand but not someone that does not know it well. Or, days like today, I said "Good morning" in Dutch! Woot! and must have pulled it off well because then they continued a conversation with me in Dutch and I had to sheepishly say and shrug, "Sorry, English." Conversation over.
And its weird being out in public-- Like I can't say "I'm sorry" to a stranger if I bump into them, or whatever. Or I can't say little things to keep up a conversation with a stranger.
The funny thing is, I guess because its a huge city, is its a lot like New York City in that its a big melting pot of languages. There is mostly Dutch, but also a lot of spanish, german and a wee bit of French. Most signs are first written in Dutch and then in English, which is nice of them. America doesn't exactly pride itself in having signs with Dutch translation at the bottom. Also, when looking at a Dutch phrase, with a little common sense it is easy to figure out quickly. I have already figured out the common words for "the, your, you, I, we, would, no smoking, open, again, etc." Also if you try and pronounce the Dutch phrase, sometimes it even sounds like the English way except a little different. Languages are so much fun to play with!
Also, all of their music here is the same as ours, and all in English. A lot of their signs and coffeeshops and clothing stores, are all written in English and only English. And when my friends and I were lost, every Dutch person we stopped to ask directions was able to communicate enough in English. Kudos to them! I think America needs to step up their game in terms of learning more languages. I know its in our school systems, but its not enough. Most of us are not fluent in Spanish, and that is our "second language". We need to step it up and be more universally acceptable.
Anyway, Yesterday was fun! We started on a sightseeing tour which was funny because typical me is listening with one ear but taking pictures like crazy. But this is necessary, you see, because when the tour group stops to teach us something, I have to take pictures because taking pictures while walking has proven to be difficult.
After the sightseeing tour, we ended up at Anne Frank's House. This was really emotional and very saddening. Unfortunately cameras were strictly not allowed, so I don't have any. The entire tour going through was very quiet. It was startling to see the living conditions they were forced in to, and how it turned out anyway. It was very sad and hard to see, but also very eye-opening and interesting. For instance, I did not know that Anne wanted to be a writer. She wanted to publish her own book called the "Secret Annex". Besides her famous diary, she kept many other books with random favorite quotes, and creative writing scenes, novels and poetry which reminds me a lot of myself, which I really liked.
After that emotional toll, we all went to their supermarket here and grabbed some lunch ( I got a smoothie and an apple for 2.80 Euro! woot
After my mini-alone excursion (one I will never forget!) We went on a relaxing boat tour through the canal, which was relaxing. Did I mention it was relaxing? We all so needed it. We took lots of pictures together and I took lots of pictures of....everything else. After our cruise we had some free time til dinner, and this is where the bonding came in. About 6 of us decided to just walk around and explore. We came across a really cool flea market and I got some sweet pictures. We did some shopping, talking, and getting to know each other. By the end of the 2 hours, we all felt like best friends. It was unforgettable, and amazing, having that instant connection with five other people after just meeting them.
We then went to dinner, and it took us about halfway into our entree to figure out what nationality we chose. We thought we were in a Thai or Indian type food place, but turns it was totally Greek. very, very Greek. And I tried new things! And didn't die! Didnt even get nauseous! :D Although I honestly could not tell you WHAT I tried.
After dinner we went to this park where the famous " I amsterdam" sign is, and we all took pictures in while climbing in letters together. It was so much fun!
After that we went to the "Red Light District"....for those of you that do not know, prostitution is very legal in Amsterdam. The RLD is a place where prostitutes can openly sell their services to people seeking. It was the wildest thing I have ever seen, and certainly something I will never see in America! Women in bikini's wait in their house doorways behind a glass window, and tap at you as you walk by if they are interested in you. If you are interested in them first, you can go to them and discuss pricing for their services. Then you make a deal and...well, you know. So it was sad to see that women were relying on this for their income and being treated so lowly and this is what their life has come too...but at the same time I am glad it is legal because the country has so many practices in place to keep these women safe, STD free and free of lifelong detriments such as AIDS. Also, they are making a LOT of money.
Anyway, thats the majority of my day! Thanks for sticking around for a long blog! Hope I made it interesting! Today is a bike ride along the Dutch countryside, and I leave in ten minutes! We won't be done until later tonight. Tomorrow is an 8 hour bus ride to Munich!
~A Writer in a Nurses Body < 3
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Yes, that is a NICE Wing.
So this is probably actually going to be a short(er) post! Mainly because I slept about a half hour on the 7 hour flight and have been up all day since! So Its 9 pm here and that means its bedtime! But I will share a little about my day with you before that happens :-)
Its been amazing so far!
The plane ride was funny...when sitting in the terminal airport, two girls my age sat next to me. I was going to strike up a conversation but then realized they spoke Dutch. That's when It occured to me that they spoke Dutch in Amsterdam, and that they were probably just going home. Then two guys sat on my other side....and were also speaking Dutch. Then, suddenly, everyone around me was speaking Dutch! Is "speaking dutch" even the right way to say it? Probably not...someone please correct me if I am not culturally correct? I mean..."Speaking english" is right, right? right.
Anyway, It took forever for my seat mates to arrive on the plane and I kept envisioning who they would be. A cute guy, perhaps? Someone to teach me Dutch, maybe? A girl my age? Anyone? When alas, an elderly couple strolled their way down the aisle and I just knew they were headed for me. And, yes- you guessed it- they spoke Dutch. The guy across from me was watching a movie, In dutch. Everyone around me was reading Dutch newspapers. So, I felt it was best to just *not talk* and then no one would know I was a silly American. Then the flight attendant asked me a question in...Dutch....and I was just sort of like, "Umm?" So she repeated it in English. Then my lovely elderly seatmates were all like, "You're AMERICAN!!" But in a good way, they were overly excited. So in very broken english we shared a conversation about what I was going to do in Amsterdam, and what they were doing in America. It went a little something like this:
"You fly to Amsterdam?"
"Yeah I'm going to a tour"
"In Amsterdam?"
"Yes, and other places too."
"Oh where?"
"Oh, Germany, Italy, France, England, Switzerland..."
"But Amsterdam too? How long?"
"Two weeks. but only three days in Amsterdam."
"Oh my! All of Europe in only two weeks! You have family?"
"Yes..."
"Oh and you are not sitting with them?"
"Oh...um, no. I'm with a tour group. For college kids."
"Oh young people. College. are there elders on tour?"
"Um, nope I'm almost positive its all college kids."
"Oh. We saw 9/11 in America. That was sad."
"Yes, it is very emotional."
"Mmm."
And it sort of just went back and forth like that. But it was funny because I could tell we were missing huge gaps in what one another was saying. And then I kept forgetting that she was trying really hard to speak my language and I knew none of hers. And then I kept talking really fast in English and was using slang words, so I had to start anunciating better and using gestures and simplify things. It was fun...
Anyway, lets fast forward twelve hours! So we are in Amsterdam now! This evening we had dinner and took an introductory walk around town and got to know the train system pretty well. They have this amazing overground train system running here and it is VERY energy efficient and so futuristic. It runs right along the street with other cars, bikers, pedestrians. Its Crazy! Its like this giant snake that just runs through town all the time.
Another key aspect of Amsterdam is the BIKES! (Jess you will agree with me here) but the bikes are EVERYWHERE!!!!! There are SO MANY bikes, everywhere you look. Guaranteed there are at least triple the amount of bikes than per cars here. Also, when you do see a car, its a smart car and very tiny. Whats funny about the bikes is the magnitude of the different types of riders...today I saw the following riding a bicycle:
Its so cool! I am VERY envious. I would love to live in that kind of atmostphere where you can just bike anywhere you want to go all the time.
Also, they are all skinny here....can we think about why that might be? Hmmm.....
So thats my short(er) kind of post on Introduction to Amsterdam! Tomorrow is our sightseeing tour, a small cruise around the canal, and a welcome dinner.
One more thing before I share some pictures---
my roommates and I found this ADORABLE treasure today- She found it in the hotel drawer, and it is a journal. What it is is that everyone that stays in the room is allowed to make an entry about what they did in Amsterdam, what they liked, what NOT to do, advice for others....and some people just draw really cool pictures! It was the neatest thing I have ever seen! I have never seen an American hotel do this and I don't even think they would let it happen! This is one of those things that is just *so* Europe! Ah! Love it!
OKay now to share some lovely pictures.... OK Just kidding they are having a hard time loading to my computer, but I promise to post them on here in a bit!! Goodnight world, and good after noon, America!
~A Writer in a Nurses Body
PS- The blog title is a reference to the fact that everytime I fly, I am always SO EXCITED to look out the window and everytime, without fail, I always have to sit on the wing. So today I was excited to finally look and then.........shabamm. Wicked huge poop wing for a huge poop plane. But it was a nice wing.
Its been amazing so far!
The plane ride was funny...when sitting in the terminal airport, two girls my age sat next to me. I was going to strike up a conversation but then realized they spoke Dutch. That's when It occured to me that they spoke Dutch in Amsterdam, and that they were probably just going home. Then two guys sat on my other side....and were also speaking Dutch. Then, suddenly, everyone around me was speaking Dutch! Is "speaking dutch" even the right way to say it? Probably not...someone please correct me if I am not culturally correct? I mean..."Speaking english" is right, right? right.
Anyway, It took forever for my seat mates to arrive on the plane and I kept envisioning who they would be. A cute guy, perhaps? Someone to teach me Dutch, maybe? A girl my age? Anyone? When alas, an elderly couple strolled their way down the aisle and I just knew they were headed for me. And, yes- you guessed it- they spoke Dutch. The guy across from me was watching a movie, In dutch. Everyone around me was reading Dutch newspapers. So, I felt it was best to just *not talk* and then no one would know I was a silly American. Then the flight attendant asked me a question in...Dutch....and I was just sort of like, "Umm?" So she repeated it in English. Then my lovely elderly seatmates were all like, "You're AMERICAN!!" But in a good way, they were overly excited. So in very broken english we shared a conversation about what I was going to do in Amsterdam, and what they were doing in America. It went a little something like this:
"You fly to Amsterdam?"
"Yeah I'm going to a tour"
"In Amsterdam?"
"Yes, and other places too."
"Oh where?"
"Oh, Germany, Italy, France, England, Switzerland..."
"But Amsterdam too? How long?"
"Two weeks. but only three days in Amsterdam."
"Oh my! All of Europe in only two weeks! You have family?"
"Yes..."
"Oh and you are not sitting with them?"
"Oh...um, no. I'm with a tour group. For college kids."
"Oh young people. College. are there elders on tour?"
"Um, nope I'm almost positive its all college kids."
"Oh. We saw 9/11 in America. That was sad."
"Yes, it is very emotional."
"Mmm."
And it sort of just went back and forth like that. But it was funny because I could tell we were missing huge gaps in what one another was saying. And then I kept forgetting that she was trying really hard to speak my language and I knew none of hers. And then I kept talking really fast in English and was using slang words, so I had to start anunciating better and using gestures and simplify things. It was fun...
Anyway, lets fast forward twelve hours! So we are in Amsterdam now! This evening we had dinner and took an introductory walk around town and got to know the train system pretty well. They have this amazing overground train system running here and it is VERY energy efficient and so futuristic. It runs right along the street with other cars, bikers, pedestrians. Its Crazy! Its like this giant snake that just runs through town all the time.
Another key aspect of Amsterdam is the BIKES! (Jess you will agree with me here) but the bikes are EVERYWHERE!!!!! There are SO MANY bikes, everywhere you look. Guaranteed there are at least triple the amount of bikes than per cars here. Also, when you do see a car, its a smart car and very tiny. Whats funny about the bikes is the magnitude of the different types of riders...today I saw the following riding a bicycle:
- An elderly lady (like very elderly) but man-she was BOOKING it
- your typical biker guy (saw a lot of these)
- college girls
- women
- older men
- Parents with their children on back
- business people ( I literally saw someone with a business suit on!)
- Also saw a girl with a very nice dress riding a bike...
Its so cool! I am VERY envious. I would love to live in that kind of atmostphere where you can just bike anywhere you want to go all the time.
Also, they are all skinny here....can we think about why that might be? Hmmm.....
So thats my short(er) kind of post on Introduction to Amsterdam! Tomorrow is our sightseeing tour, a small cruise around the canal, and a welcome dinner.
One more thing before I share some pictures---
my roommates and I found this ADORABLE treasure today- She found it in the hotel drawer, and it is a journal. What it is is that everyone that stays in the room is allowed to make an entry about what they did in Amsterdam, what they liked, what NOT to do, advice for others....and some people just draw really cool pictures! It was the neatest thing I have ever seen! I have never seen an American hotel do this and I don't even think they would let it happen! This is one of those things that is just *so* Europe! Ah! Love it!
OKay now to share some lovely pictures.... OK Just kidding they are having a hard time loading to my computer, but I promise to post them on here in a bit!! Goodnight world, and good after noon, America!
~A Writer in a Nurses Body
PS- The blog title is a reference to the fact that everytime I fly, I am always SO EXCITED to look out the window and everytime, without fail, I always have to sit on the wing. So today I was excited to finally look and then.........shabamm. Wicked huge poop wing for a huge poop plane. But it was a nice wing.
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