There's no "pub" in euphoria, but there should be
Yesterday...again not a very exciting day.
My mom and I went to the market street to get some food for dinner. It's essentially an alley with all sorts of junk and fresh food. Junk for tourists and the food is, of course, for locals. Afterwards, I went for a walk by myself.
I walked over the Amstel river. As I rounded to the corner to the tram stop, it left. Dejectedly, I walked up to the stop and spent the next 15mins of my life staring at a building. It wasn't an interesting building at all. 15mins came and passed and I got on the tram with my destination being: the photostore. My parents told me to get off at the wrong stop, so I had to ask for directions then walk down quite a ways.
For some reason, I get this strange satisfaction when people intially speak Dutch to me. It's like the illusion is complete, I blend in. The look I get when my excellent form of Americanized English hits their ears. It's like I just shot them with the uncomfort gun. Just makes me all tingly inside.
The chick in the store did this, that's why I brought it up. I asked her if she had any 35mm b&w film. She handed me 120mm... Apparently, when an American uses the metric system, normal comprehension functions shut down for Europeans. I eventually bought both types in resign. Perhaps it was because I knew where I was going next.
I walked out of the photo store, only to see the tram leave again... So I walked. I honestly couldn't tell you how far it was, for I wasn't really paying attention. Maybe a mile or two. I was very pleased when I made it to where I was headed, my favorite neighborhood pub.
It wasn't very crowded, so I sat down by myself. I asked for a Westmalle and a salami "toastie", which was damn tasty. So ask I sat there, eating my "toastie" and drinking my high alchohol content beer, I realized how very pleased I was. Though by myself, there was nowhere really I would have rather been. I've never been one to down my lifestyle in the states, but man, these eurotrash got the pub right. Lit almost exclusivly by candles, the sandwich had both onions AND green peppers (my favorite), the beer almost has a proof number...heaven. I continued to sit there, after finishing my sandwich, drinking beer. After two Westmalles and a huge Grolsh, I went home.
Apparently, that is the perfect amount of beer to make me want to sleep (essentially 6 beers). And that is what I did. I slept till dinner then watched the Green Mile.
Michael Clark Duncan is quite the actor.
Anyway, today I'm probably gonna spend with my parents. Were going out to dinner and walking around town as well. Chances are Ill bring the digital camera and pop some shots.
My mom and I went to the market street to get some food for dinner. It's essentially an alley with all sorts of junk and fresh food. Junk for tourists and the food is, of course, for locals. Afterwards, I went for a walk by myself.
I walked over the Amstel river. As I rounded to the corner to the tram stop, it left. Dejectedly, I walked up to the stop and spent the next 15mins of my life staring at a building. It wasn't an interesting building at all. 15mins came and passed and I got on the tram with my destination being: the photostore. My parents told me to get off at the wrong stop, so I had to ask for directions then walk down quite a ways.
For some reason, I get this strange satisfaction when people intially speak Dutch to me. It's like the illusion is complete, I blend in. The look I get when my excellent form of Americanized English hits their ears. It's like I just shot them with the uncomfort gun. Just makes me all tingly inside.
The chick in the store did this, that's why I brought it up. I asked her if she had any 35mm b&w film. She handed me 120mm... Apparently, when an American uses the metric system, normal comprehension functions shut down for Europeans. I eventually bought both types in resign. Perhaps it was because I knew where I was going next.
I walked out of the photo store, only to see the tram leave again... So I walked. I honestly couldn't tell you how far it was, for I wasn't really paying attention. Maybe a mile or two. I was very pleased when I made it to where I was headed, my favorite neighborhood pub.
It wasn't very crowded, so I sat down by myself. I asked for a Westmalle and a salami "toastie", which was damn tasty. So ask I sat there, eating my "toastie" and drinking my high alchohol content beer, I realized how very pleased I was. Though by myself, there was nowhere really I would have rather been. I've never been one to down my lifestyle in the states, but man, these eurotrash got the pub right. Lit almost exclusivly by candles, the sandwich had both onions AND green peppers (my favorite), the beer almost has a proof number...heaven. I continued to sit there, after finishing my sandwich, drinking beer. After two Westmalles and a huge Grolsh, I went home.
Apparently, that is the perfect amount of beer to make me want to sleep (essentially 6 beers). And that is what I did. I slept till dinner then watched the Green Mile.
Michael Clark Duncan is quite the actor.
Anyway, today I'm probably gonna spend with my parents. Were going out to dinner and walking around town as well. Chances are Ill bring the digital camera and pop some shots.
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