It’s a bleary day here in Amsterdam, so I’d like to register a few complaints 😉
So many people smell like old smoke here. Not the tee-hee hee “you live in Amsterdam and everyone smokes pot”-kind, but the “old stale, stagnant old man tobacco”-kind. I often have to shimmy away from people on the subway or at work to get rid of the smell. Is this an Amsterdam thing, or a Europe thing?
Things I really miss:
–real filtered coffee that is not spelled with a “k”,
–coming in first place in the commuter caste system. In New York, the Way of the Yield went: pedestrians, taxis, other cars, bikes. In Amsterdam, it’s: bikes, scooters/ mopeds, bikes with children in the front, bikes with children in the back, bikes with children in that bucket-thingie, bikes with a person standing or sitting on the back, holy-shit look out for that person riding a bike and texting on her phone in an intersection!, trams, busses, taxis, other cars, those tiny 2-seater cars that get to ride the bike lane, lady in an old-person scooter with a plastic cover on it that looks like a tiny rolling spaceship (true story), pedestrians.
–proper bagels. Especially everything bagels with salt and garlic, not just sesame seeds and poppy seeds. That is a “somethings” bagel. Not an everything bagel.
Things I love, and likely many other general musings to come at another time!
PS– Another thing… today at work, the creative team was tossing around a ball, and I caught it, and tossed it back. I was told I “threw like an American” and realized that it is instinctual to me to toss an oblong ball like a football, whereas this was actually a rugby ball, where I was expected to perform this side/backwards-pass like thing that looks like you are tossing covers off a bed behind you. It never dawned on me that the nerf was not of a regular football. I am definitely in the minority here.