My European sea change

After a little over three months on the road as a tour guide, I am back in Dordrecht.

Home sweet Dutch home: Dordrecht.

To say that this is a change of pace is an understatement of gigantic proportions. I have slept in the same bed for eight days straight, cooked dinners in a stocked kitchen and gotten back into my regular TV shows. You have no idea how exciting it is to have a washing machine and dryer on the premises.

I even had a bit of excitement over the weekend, when I thought I’d found my long-lost bike.

Alas, the pedals were all wrong.

Also, I have gone back to uni. But there’s not much to report from there.

That’s not to say that I haven’t stayed in the same spot these last few days. Far from it; Paul and I have headed down south to Venlo for the dicennial festival Floriade (more on that later), saw the European Baseball Championships in Rotterdam (they call it ‘honkbal’ here, tee hee) and went up to Amsterdam with my friends Jenni and Hugh.

It’s JUST warm enough to drink canalside; this is in the Jordaan, Amsterdam.

So as you can tell, I have busied myself with procrastination. I know, I know, I’m supposed to be writing a thesis. I’ll get to that. Usually my procrastination comes in the form of blogging, and I’ve got plenty to keep me busy over the coming months. I’ve managed to see some amazing sights whilst tour guiding this year, I’ve eaten even more delicious food (is that even possible?) and have experienced even more fantastic new cities. I’ve fallen in love with Ronda, rediscovered Granada and gotten to know Barcelona even better. And I got coated in tomatoes again. And that’s just Spain…

And, a disclaimer. There will be a lot of talking about food. And many photos. So here’s one of Kinderdijk from our bike ride on Sunday to keep us distracted for the meantime. Cos you know distraction is what I do best.

Cliched Dutch photo #4 in this post.