I live in Holland.
I live in Holland now. The Netherlands. I live in the Netherlands. Everyday. This is where I live.
I don’t have to pinch myself. I bike to the grocery on cobblestones past row houses with terra cotta roofing tiles.My shopping list is small. It has to be in order to fit in my saddle bags. I kinda wish I’d gotten larger ones. Maybe I’ll upgrade.
Even after a month+ I can’t identify something I need. Nail polish remover. It’s a must. My half-cracked off glaze from last week’s event (Military Tattoo) looks awful–and there’s another event tonight.
Up and down the aisles. Carefully avoiding off-list temptations that will push the limits of my bicycle space. I can’t find anything that looks remotely like polish remover. It feel like time wasted until….I find a friend. I ask for help. She knows exactly where it is.
BTW, nails is “nagellak” in Dutch, and the bottle looks like roll-on antiperspirant.
Grateful for friends. I bike home passing over one of my favorite canal views near our house.