Listening to American hip hop and getting lost among old European streets and canals, I felt my first ever serious pang for Saint Paul (as a city), which, fascinatingly enough, coincided exactly with my first ever joyful pang of wandering this city. I was pleasantly roaming city center for about two hours - I had no idea where I was or where I was going, but that wound up being OK. Suddenly the Night Watch came out of nowhere, and then I was on Rokin and Centraal Station was looming in the distance. I feel safe being lost here, if that makes sense. Something about the small, and the fact that I carry a map everywhere, and the fact that Dutch people are without exception helpful when they see me whipping it out. Dutch people are kinda great. They're very blunt but very hilarious, and kind. These are all stereotypes, that have thus far been supported by my week here.
I bought some apple/pear/rasberry nectar and some of that cumin cheese that we all love (I can't figure out what it's called). And I understood what the cashier said when she said twaalf euro! And I did my Dutch homework in an austere computer lab with seven locked doors and one (hidden) open door.
Today is the kind of day where music hits me hard.
Whitney tonight - stepping back into the friend comfort bubble, whatever that is - the ability to talk about important things with ease and sometimes be silent? The ability to wander without worrying? Whatever it is, I'm glad.
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