Adventures in Netherland
So, where to begin? Tonight has been quite the night. I saw Sasha and Alex in the kitchen this morning and they told me that we were going to have an multicultural dinner tonight and asked me if I wanted to join. So I joined Sasha, Alex, Alaina, Hanz, A Bulgarian guy (can't remember his name), and a Japanese girl (can't remember her name either) and went to the supermarket. It was quite the adventure as none of us speak Dutch so shopping was just a little difficult. As we were walking to the market I overheard that we were having "paprikas", translation: stuffed peppers (my eyes went wide w/ terror!) I then heard that we were having...get this...fish soup. AAAHHHHH eyes went even wider w/ terror!!!! So anyway I decided to just play along and pretend to like it as not to hurt the feelings of the Russian girls. In all reality I was working on my karma as it's going to be my turn to cook one night! We returned to our apartment to start cooking and a Malaysian girl and two Indian guys (Carmen, Love (that's his nickname), and I can't remember the other ones name) showed up and said they were going to fix some Indian food. They asked me if I wanted to go to the market with them and I figured why not. We went to this little Indian food store right outside of the city centre. When we got back we decided to move our kitchen tables outside through the front windows...a very interesting sight as you might imagine! So we sat down to eat and well I can definitely say that my first instincts about fish soup were right! "Paprikas" were not all that bad as long as you COVERED them in sour cream...sort of covered up the awful taste..hah! So we sat around till about midnight when we decided to go out to a club or disco as they like to say here...I don't like to use that word though as it reminds me of polyester and large silver balls. Anyway, Hanz the Turkish guy...so funny...I'm sure I'll have many stories involving him before my year is up! So we walked around FOREVER...you basically have to be 21 to get into any of the clubs on Saturday nights which is quite odd considering that the drinking age is like 16 but whatever. So finally me, Love, Lisa, and Ninna (the two German girls) decided to go into fire palace....we faked being 21...hah. So they give you these cards when you walk in but don't explain them and they are all in dutch so we think they are like flyers and just stick them in our pockets but Love throws his away so when we go to get out he doesn't have his card so the bouncers make him pay 50 EURO....it was CrAzY...so anyway lessons learned: Never go back to Fire Palace and don't eat fish soup...ever again!!