Wednesday, December 23, 2009

~SWEDEN~

On Thursday morning all of us slept in.

When I was little and we were in Sweden I always used to wake up at six thirty or so and then I'd run into my grandparents room and crawl into their bed. They would always be awake already, and then at seven or so my grandpa and I would go downstairs and he would let me drink coffee.
Well, I'm not really sure what happened to us, but they're not awake at 6:30 anymore, and I'm definitely not awake at 6:30 anymore. So, coffee drinking is officially moved to after breakfast.

I love huge American breakfasts with french toast, pancakes, muffins, bacon, eggs, and hash browns. I also love Dutch breakfasts with bread with chocolate sprinkles, or nutella. And I really love Swedish breakfasts. I always eat yogurt with musli, and my grandpa puts out all these different kinds of bread with three different kinds of sausages, and caviar (the cheap kind, which is the only good kind). He puts piece of bread after piece of bread into the toaster and pours new orange juice every two minutes. Every time in Sweden breakfast is the same, my grandma always has to drink her orange juice, and we eat the same kind of bread, and the same kind of tea, and the same kind of musli.

After our long breakfast on Thursday, Milja and I drove with Mormor to Vallingby, which isn't very far from Spanga where they live. Mormor went home after a little while and then Milja and I walked around for a pretty long time and then back home in the snow. There was so much snow on the ground, and so much snow coming down on us. I finally got all of the snow that I had been wanting. Mormor had bought a prinsess tarta for us in Vallingby. Prinsess tarta is only the best thing you can ever eat. It's my number one favorite food. Ever. The frosting is made of marsipan, and there's a marsipan rose. And underneath the marsipan is this fluffy white layered cake with whipped cream and sometimes jam in between. The rest of Thursday was a relaxing day, reading, playing cards, talking. Of course Thursday in Sweden also means pea soup and pancakes for dinner. I was pretty full on Thursday night.

On Friday, Milja and I took the train into Stockholm. I found the way without any problems, because it turns out the train system in Sweden, which I remembered as being pretty complicated is way less complicated than the train system in the Netherlands. We met my aunt Karin at the big ring in the Central Station and then we walked to Riksdagen where my other aunt Anna, works. Anna and Karin are always so familiar to me. When I see them it never feels like it's been a year or two years since the last time we saw each other. That was really the nicest thing about being in Sweden... being with people who I've known for my whole life. They were the first family I'd seen in four months. Anna gave us a tour of Riksdagen (the parliament building of Sweden) and then we all went and ate lunch together. Anna had to go back to work, but Karin, Milja, and I walked around for a while. Then Karin went home and Milja and I walked around some more. After we ate dinner on Friday I went shopping again... with Maja, a friend from Spooner who lives in Sweden but was an exchange student with us for a year. Of course we talked about everyone in Spooner which was nice, because no one else really understands how important the little gossip from Spooner is.

Saturday was the official preparation for Christmas day. Karin and my cousins Pia and Sandra came over pretty early in the morning. We were all ready to help bake gingerbread houses, but Mormor had her own ideas about how she wanted to do it. Milja and Karin went out walking, and Pia and Sandra and I sat in the living room playing cards and eating candy. Later on there was a little bit of a discussion over how much candy we actually had aten. When we started the bowl was full, and later that night Mormor discovered that the bowl was almost empty. The thing is, that we really only did eat half of the bowl. So nobody knows what happened to the rest of the candy. Later in the afternoon Anna came with Goran, Frida, and Linn. Two years is always a long time, but it seemed extra long when it came to Frida and Linn. The last time I'd seen them they were still just little girls, and sure, they still are little girls, but they were little girls who seemed a lot older. We played outside, and decorated the Christmas tree, and then all of us ate dinner together. Chili and Morfar's homemade bread.

Sunday I got to see Johanna! It was only a year since the last time I saw her, but I haven't been the best at keeping in touch so seeing her was long overdue. Milja and I took the train together into Stockholm. Then Milja went to the Museum of Modern Art, and Johanna and I went shopping. First we sat in a coffee shop for a while, because the stores still weren't open. We drank hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows and ate muffins, and exchanged presents. At 3 o'clock Milja and I had to be back at my grandparents house so Johanna and I didn't have very long, but it was something. Hopefully it won't be another year before we see each other again.

Right when Milja and I got back to Mormor and Morfar's house, Anna and her family came again. I had no idea, but Mormor had made a Christmas dinner just like we always have in Sweden at Christmas, and everybody had brought presents. So, I got my Christmas in Sweden even though I'm back in Holland now for when it's really Christmas. Of course, it was hard to say goodbye when Anna and her family had to leave. We couldn't just say "Bye, see you later." It had to be, "Bye. See you..." Because of course none of us know when we're going to see each other again.

On Monday, Milja and I had to take the plane back, and we had to say goodbye again, this time to my Grandma and Grandpa. I take after my dad a little bit I think... I hate saying goodbye, and maybe I don't always do it that well. Still no crisis though...

And now, we're back safe and sound in Holland on Christmas Eve. It did take a really, reeeeaallly long time to get back to Akersloot with trains because all of Holland was in chaos from the ten centimeters of snow that they'd gotten (if even). But, we made it. My excuses for how newsy and dry this blog is, but I could write for hours and never be able to do justice to what it was like in Sweden. The snow was beautiful, Christmas felt just like all those times we've celebrated it before, and I got to see my family. Every time I leave Sweden I always realize a little bit more what I'm missing there, and how sad it is that half my family lives across the ocean. I guess I'm stuck with missing places from now on. Sweden, Holland, or Wisconsin: I can't be in all three places at once.

Merry Christmas! To everyone in Sweden, and in Holland, in Missouri, California, and Wisconsin. And everywhere else too!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Plan B

Since I'm already in Europe, it seems like a natural thing that I would want to visit the half of my family who also lives in Europe. I mean, just about all the countries in Europe are so close together that you can travel between them in only a few hours. Right?
A couple months or so ago, Milja and I decided that we would go to Sweden for a few days before Christmas. We booked our tickets with Ryan Air, a cheap flight company that flies between big cities in Europe. The only downside to our 35 euro a piece tickets were that we had to pay an extra seventy euros for the luggage and that we had to fly from Eindhoven airport to Skavsta airport. This meant that first we had to take a train for an hour and a half to get to Eindhoven and then once we got to Sweden we had to take a bus for an hour and a half to get to Stockholm. But, we figured that it was worth it, because in the end it was still a lot cheaper than flying with one of the major flight companies.
Trains really aren't that expensive, and they go really fast, so getting to Eindhoven wasn't really a problem. Until, half an hour into our train ride, they made an announcement that the train rails to one of the most central train stations in the Netherlands was broken. This basically made it impossible to get to Eindhoven with the train.
Right away after they said this Milja looks at me and goes, "We might not get there. Are you going to cry?" I sat there (not crying) well Milja called a million different people and talked to all the other people on the train trying to figure out what we were going to do. For some reason we had to take a train first from Amsterdam to another train station. On the way to this station we met a younger couple who was also going to Sweden on our same flight, and we decided to all take a taxi together to Eindhoven. At the next train station we found a taxi driver who thought he could get us to Eindhoven in time for our 3:30 flight. Of course, I really had to go to the bathroom. So while everyone else waited in the taxi, I ran back into the train station. But, I didn't have the fifty cents it took to go to the bathroom, so I ran back to the taxi, put on a brave face, and decided I would just have to hold it.
We had a pretty good taxi driver. He drove super fast (you don't want to know), and dodged most of the traffic jams. Everything was going well, and we were starting to think that we might actually make the flight. After about 45 minutes in the taxi, though, I was really suffering from the brave decision I'd made earlier. The taxi driver helped me out. "I have to go to the bathroom too," he said, and within five minutes we were pulled over. I sprinted into the gas station and sprinted back out, and we were on our way again. By this time it was starting to seem like we were definitely going to make the flight. We had plenty of time and we were still gaining extra. Then we got to Eindhoven.
After the first wrong turn it was still okay, we had enough time. Even after the second turn it was still all right. After the third wrong turn I was starting to get a little bit of a nervous feeling in my stomach again. After the fourth wrong turn, and realizing that the GPS just wasn't going to work, Milja suggested that we ask someone the way. We had one lucky moment, and the first person we asked actually knew the way there. When we finally got there the taxi driver parked illegally and we all ran out of the car and into the airport. Luckily the gate wasn't closed yet, and we made it in, we even had to wait in line for a little while before we got on the plane. There weren't any major incidents on the plane, just a minor moment when a woman had an asthma attack and they had to call for a doctor, but it seemed like she was okay in the end. When we went to pay for our tickets for the bus to Stockholm, Milja's credit card wouldn't work, and we didn't have any Swedish kroner's yet, but we paid the younger couple that we'd travelled with back in Euros and they bought us a bus ticket. Then we got on the bus and saw that that Milja's blackberry needed a pincode to turn back on, which she had never used before. And what a surprise, so did my cell phone. Eventually I remembered the pincode to my cell phone and managed to turn it on and send text messages to everyone asking for help with Milja's pincode. We managed to call my grandma and grandpa though, so that they could come get us.
When we finally got to Stockholm from the bus they were right there waiting for us. We went home with them in the car and ate keish for dinner. Their house smelled just like Sweden always smells, and there was snow all over the ground outside. And, I got to sleep in the same bed I always sleep in there.

More to come...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piets

Happy belated Sinterklaas.
After waiting, and waiting, and waiting Sinterklaas finally came! He did already come to Akersloot one time, but that time was just to say hi (or something). He didn't actually have presents with him. Last Saturday though, he came with presents. But, first Thursday.
I went to school... not very exciting. Then I had running practice as usual at the fitness center with strength training circuits. After the strength we always run, which we did in the rain. Did I mention that it rains a lot here? I remember when I was little, like fifth grade or something when the school didn't actually make us where snowpants anymore, but my mom did. Every day we would have this huge argument about whether or not I had to wear snowpants. Finally she decided that if it was colder than 20 degrees I had to wear snowpants, but then it always ended up being a huge discussion about whether I had to wear them or not when it was 18 degrees. I'm pretty sure this went on at least two or three winters long. The point of this story is that the issue at home was snow pants. The issue here is rain pants. Rain pants are in many ways similar to snow pants: 1) they come in horrible gray and black colors 2) they make you look fat 3) they are extremely high waisted 4) you absolutely do not want to be seen in them by anyone you know. I would say that about half the days when I bike to school it's raining, or at least drizzling a little bit, and if Milja's home she always asks me if I want to wear my rain pants and I always say no. Which means that every single one of those days I end up at school in soaking wet pants. So Thursday... it was raining, and I thought of the rain pants because I actually wore them for the first time on Thursday.
After getting rained on at practice, which isn't actually bad, it's nice to run in the rain, I went out with Taiana. I know... it was Thursday night! Usually she doesn't go out on Thursday nights, but it was "Old School Break" at the bar we went to, which means that they played only old music. Also, because the next weekend was Sinterklaas, all of the bar men were dressed up as Zwarte Piets, and there was one dressed up as Sinterklaas. Luckily, it wasn't raining on our way to the bar, or on the way home, so we stayed dry.

Friday morning (after going out) I got up at six to go to Anita's school in Amsterdam again. Fridays at my school aren't that important anyway... what happened at Anita's school on Friday was definitely important. Sinterklaas is celebrated in the Netherlands on December 5th. Friday was December 4th, which meant the day that Sinterklaas came to all of the schools. You can easily compare Sinterklaas to Santa Claus. I mean the name sounds the same, they look kind of the same, and every Dutch person will happily tell you the story about how Sinterklaas was stolen by Coca Cola and is now used in America as Santa Claus. The idea is the same too... a jolly man that brings presents. But, let me tell you, it's completely different. The kids absolutely, completely, believe that Sinterklaas is real. And it's not just a handful of kids that believe, it's practically every single one. Naturally then, when they see Sinterklaas walking towards them on their school playground they are going to go absolutely insane. They did. It was like in a movie, all of the kids screamed and charged him. There was music everywhere, and the Zwarte Piets were running around throwing papernotas and candy to everyone and all over the ground. After Sinterklaas came to the playground where everyone was waiting, all of the kids had to go back inside. This was the hard part. First they got to see Sinterklaas, and now they had to go back to the classroom and wait for him to come to them. For two hours. Anita handled it well though. She turned the Sinterklaas music up really loud, spread candy and papernotas all over the tables, and let the kids just play. When Sinterklaas finally came to our class they all had to sit in a circle, and the Zwarte Piets and Sinterklaas handed out presents to all of the kids.
I'm still not completely convinced if it's morally right to make the kids in the whole country believe that Sinterklaas is real when he actually isn't. But it's definitely a lot of fun, so maybe it's worth how completely devastated they're going to be when they finally find out he's not real.
The kids all went home around noon, and Anita and I were left with a classroom that had crushed papernoten, toys, and wrappers everywhere. We ate lunch first and then started with cleaning up. I finally had the floor all nice and swept up, and then the Zwarte Piets came by. Sinterklaas was still in the school with all of his Zwarte Piets because he had to visit all of the older kids too, and on their way to the gym they saw that our classroom was clean. Of course we ended up with papernoten all over the floor again. And again, and again, and again. Finally at the end of the day everything was clean for the last time, and then we had to decorate for Christmas. All the teachers took down the Sinterklaas decorations and started hanging Christmas things in the hall. I sat in Anita's classroom in a daze of absolute exhaustion and wrapped white paper around old toilet paper rolls to hang in the hallway (remember kindergarten? You use all sorts of cool things!). The evening ended with all of the teachers drinking beer with Sinterklaas and the Zwarte Piets, which was nice too.

Saturday at 4:00 the entire family came to Oma and Opa's house (remember that Oma and Opa is Grandma and Grandpa?). There were fifteen of us all together, and only one true believer left. Joleen is nine, and at the beginning of the holiday season no one really knew if she still believed in Sinterklaas, but then decided that she did. So, everything was hush hush, and we had to be oh-so-careful not to say anything that could make her suspicious. It still wasn't quite dark at 4:00, so everyone sat together eating papernoten, spekulaars, and chocolate until it was dark. Then, when it was dark everyone all of a sudden started singing all of the Sinterklaas songs. I had heard some of them at the school on Friday, but most of them I couldn't really sing a long with (mostly I just hummed... and listened).
Are you ready for the next part?......
All of a sudden there came a knock on the door. Joleen ran to the door followed by the rest of us. After a desperate struggle to get the door open, in which Opa finally had to come help, we saw that there was no one there. "Check upstairs!" someone yelled. We all sprinted up the dangerously steep stairs, and began frantically searching all of the rooms. Finally Joleen opened the door to Opa and Oma's bedroom. She shrieked loudly and we all ran over to look. On the bed was a gigantic pile of presents, and there was candy strewn all throughout the room. The window stood wide open.
So, Sinterklaas did come to us, but we missed seeing him. Everyone helped bring the presents downstairs, and then Taiana gave them out one at a time. After two hours or so we were barely halfway done, so we all ate dinner. Then there were more presents. Around ten or so all of the presents were done, and Sinterklaas was over. The way that it worked with presents was that each person had been sent a name in the mail a month before Sinterklaas. We had to buy a present for the person whose name we got, and write a poem to go with it. I didn't write my poem alone, Oma helped me, but in the end I had one. Besides that, all of the adults bought presents for all of children. The poems were really fun... I think we'll bring that to Christmas in Spooner next year. I wish I could write them here, but they're in Dutch, so it wouldn't make sense to very many people.'

My time on the library computer is running out, and it's almost time for another training at the fitness center, so this post is done for today. I promise there's more to come though... I wish I could just dictate out of my head. I could spend hours writing every night, and still never be able to explain everything that happens here.

Sweden is coming up next Wednesday. And then no more school until after New Years. I'll be in the Netherlands in 2010!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Things That Seem Sad But Maybe Actually Aren't

I've done a lot of adapting here. A lot of adjusting to culture and trying new things. But, I didn't want to miss Thanksgiving. Knowing that every single person I know from home was going to be sitting with their family on Thursday afternoon watching the Packer game, eating turkey and pie, would have made me feel just a little bit too far away.
A month or so ago when I mentioned to Milja and Taiana that I wanted to do Thanksgiving here they were all for it. Milja hunted down a turkey (not literally, they don't have wild turkeys here) at a meat store. She had to have it specially ordered, and then specially made, because neither of us thought that we would be able to make a turkey without it being completely dried out and gross. Taiana helped me make invitations and we gave them to Anita and her daughter, Marja and her family, Milja's parents, and Peter. I e-mailed my mom for all of the pie recipes, and we decided to skip the stuffing. Then, closer to Thanksgiving we decided that it was better to do Thanksgiving on Wednesday, because then I could still go to running practice in the evening.
So, on Wednesday, I went to school for the first three hours, and Taiana called in sick, which she actually was sick, so it made sense. I was not sick, and Milja decided that honesty was the best policy. Her note for the school said, "Sofia will not be at school today, because we are going to be celebrating Thanksgiving which is a very important holiday in America." I wasn't very sure about this, but luckily I just had to leave the note in a box. Then I walked away really fast before anyone could come.
I came home around noon on Wednesday. Milja grocery shopped and cleaned, and I made two apple pies the American way. They both went in the oven by Milja's mom. Then we picked up the turkey from the meat man in Alkmaar, who was very proud of the turkey he had made and tried hard to sell us some more meat. This was no American turkey, it was definitely a Dutch turkey. It was about the size of one of the rotisserie chickens that we all buy from Economart when we're too lazy to cook. With the eleven of us we picked it compeltely bare, but it was the perfect amount for eleven people.
After we had picked the turkey up we moved the piles of papers off of the table and brought in an extra one. We put red table cloths over the top, and candles on the both the tables. Peter came earlier with bottles of wine, I brought the turkey to the neighbor (Marijka, remember?) to bake (only for half an hour since it was premade) and Milja made mashed potatoes and green beans. Milja's dad had made pumpkin soup. The story behind the soup is that I was originally going to make pumpkin pie, but when I found out that they don't have any canned pumpkin here, I was too lazy to actually carve the pumpkin out and boil it myself. So then her dad did all of that work instead, and made pumpkin soup. Milja's mom made cooked pears, and homemade applesauce. Once the whole table was set we had so much food, just like any American Thanksgiving. Eric (Marja's husband, remember?) carved half the turkey, and I carved the other half, or tried too. Before we ate we went around the table and everyone said something that they are thankful for. Everyone was so sincere, and said something that they had really thought about beforehand that this part of the evening turned out to be a little emotional for everyone. But, it only made it that much nicer.
We ate all of the turkey, all of the pears, all of the bread, almost all two of the pies, almost all the mashed potatoes, and almost all of the ice cream.
Thanksgiving is an American holiday. We celebrate it because the Indians in America helped the pilgrims survive their first winter in the new country, and without them we would have died. This makes it a little ironic that the very first Thanksgiving I spent in a country other than America, was the first Thanksgiving that I really stopped and was thankful. First of all, being gone has made me much more thankful for everyone I have at home. So I was thankful for my family, who I sometimes forget to treat nicely and appreciate when I'm actually there, and for all of my friends. Secondly, I'm thankful that I somehow ended up in the Netherlands, in Milja and Taina's family. And then that they're extended family and so many of their friends, who didn't even decide to have me come here, have made me feel more at home and a part of everything than I ever would have hoped for. They all stopped in the middle of their busy week, and were happy to take part in a holiday that doesn't mean anything here. This year I celebrated Thanksgiving just as well as I ever have in America, where the indians and the pilgrims actually gave thanks for the first time.

Milja's birthday was on Thursday, but we didn't actually celebrate it until Saturday. Then she had a party with people from the family, some of her friends, and Peter and his mom. We all just sat around together for a long time eating and talking, and then later ordered pizza. After the pizza, I left because at 7:30 I had a Sinterklaas party with the girls from my class. A few weeks ago everyone had drawn a slip of paper with the names of one of the other girls on it, and then we had to buy a little present for her, and make a "surprise," which is just what it sounds like. Something out of paper mache, or aluminum foil, or card board, that is funny and homemade that you can put the present in. Then we also had to write a poem about the surprise. There were seven of us who did it, and we had a lot of fun with the surprisen, the poems, and the presents.

Today we didn't have a race: just a normal practice in the dunes. It wasn't raining very hard, and we had a nice workout. Today though, one of the runners from the girls team told us that she isn't going to run anymore. It shocked me to hear, and I know I'm going to miss having her on the team. She's one of the runners that I always look at and think, "that's the kind of runner I want to be." But the fact that she recognized the point where it was better for her to stop than to keep going is admirable. Anyone who has anything that they love to do, knows how impossible it would ever be if you had to stop.

So this is crisis month. After three months, the exchange student is supposed to lose it and have a "crisis." I don't feel any crisis coming on. But maybe it's not something you can sense?

The First Part of Everything I Haven't Written

I have a huge cup of tea in front of me right now, because I have a feeling that everything I have to write is going to take a long time. Actually, if I wrote everything I have to write, this would be like the 8th Harry Potter book. So I'm not going to write everything, I'm going to edit out a little bit. But, I'll try my very hardest to write all of the important things.

The first thing we're going to skip over is two weeks ago, because nothing very exciting happened then. I had a cold, I ran horribly at practice, and other than that I can't remember anything (actually, maybe that was the week before... I have no idea). On the Saturday of that week Peter, Taiana, and I had a surprise for Milja, because her birthday was coming up on November 26th. For her birthday Taiana and I bought her a session of "koe knuffeling" which is "cow hugging." I think it's something we should start in Wisconsin. Maybe the Link brothers would be willing to lend us some of their jerky cows for hugging? The only thing I knew about koe knuffeling before we went there with Milja was that it was a day of relaxation where people spent time around cows to help them relax. It took an hour and a half to drive to the place where the koe knuffeling was, and we didn't tell Milja before we left what she was going to do, so the whole way there she was on edge trying to figure it out.*
After a while of driving all of the countryside started to look much more quaint, and farm like than the land where I live. Really I was just waiting to see a sweet old woman walking through a field of tulips and wearing her Dutch clogs. Milja still didn't know what we were going to do when we drove up the driveway to the barn, but she figured it out pretty quickly since there was a sign there that said "koe knuffeling." Peter, Taiana, and I had to leave, because they don't want people watching, since obviously that's not very relaxing. We went to a nearby city and were just planning on walking around, but it turned out that Sinterklaas happened to be coming to the Netherlands once again on that Saturday (seems a little bit suspicious, don't you think?). The whole city was pretty crowded with all of the Svarte Piets, the little kids, and Sinterklass's whole entourage. We still spent the day walking through the city, but it wasn't as quiet as we had been planning on. Still we got in a fresh stroopwaffel each, and time for coffee and cake at a cafe. Also on our walk my camera was suddenly broken. But yesterday I finally used some serious force to make the lens go back into the camera, and now it works again. We'll see how long that lasts... but it will teach you: if something's broken you just have to push on it harder.
When we picked Milja up from the koe knuffeling, you could tell that she'd had a lot of fun, so our birthday present was successful. There's lots of pictures of her lying on the cows, and actually it does look a little bit relaxing. The cows here are a lot cleaner and nicer looking than our cows in Wisconsin.

On Sunday almost everyone from TDR had a race in Tillburg, which is also about an hour and a half drive. At this race there were way more people than at any of the other races, and also some girls from Belgium. There were a bunch of races, all of them that were different distances and age groups. My distance was 3,7 kilometers, with the Junior B girls. It wasn't actually raining on Sunday, but it had the night before so the entire course was really wet and muddy. There also weren't a lot of really big steep hills, but more than half the course was made up of twists, and turns, and tiny steep hills. Most of the hills were about like a ditch you find on the side of the highway, and at the bottom was a huge puddle of mud. I ran way to timidly on all of these hills, way too slowly the whole way, and over all the race just did not go well. My time was worse than the times I ran in 4 km cross country races at home, which is depressing to see. But hey, there's more races coming. I loved watching everyone else run. One of the girls from "the" TDR team won her 2km race, and it was so much fun to watch her. The way the fastest girls run seems so effortless, it's like they're not even tired.

That's the first week that I skipped. We're half way caught up!

*Just a warning to anyone who might want to drink a cup of tea in front of the computer: Sometimes you might try to take a drink out of the tea but its too hot, and then you might move really fast, and spill the tea all over the desk your sitting at, and then the tea might spill all over the papers that your supposed to use to learn Dutch. I've known people who've had it happen to them before.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sinterklaas Comes to Town

Friday night was the yearly "Team Presentation" from TDR. Every year in the fall there's a presentation for "the" TDR team, meaning the presentation is actually for the main team from TDR... I run on the youth or the "jeugd" team. Anyway, everyone was allowed to invite people, we got these cool looking invitation cards to give out. I brought Milja and her friend Anita (remember, from the school?!). All of us had to wear Nike clothes to the presentation, because the Nike people who sponsor the team were going to be there, and apparently it's important for them to see us wearing Nike clothes. Unfortunately for me, I don't have a very great supply of Nike clothes, and I have no supply of casual Nike clothing. Some of the girls from the team lent me clothes to wear though, so all of us went in magenta Nike clothes. At the presentation we all sat together, and the other team sat up front in chairs. The Thursday before the presentation the team had gotten their package of Nike clothing, so they started out the night in matching yellow and grey sweatshirts. Then at the end of the presentation they changed into the sweatsuits... the girls got light blue, and the guys got yellow.

The main part of the presentation was a slideshow of "Top 10 Moments" which was the best moments throughout the year. They showed video and pictures of all the athletes winning races, or finishing at the top of national races. It was definitely inspiring watching the same athletes that I get to train with sometimes beat people from all over Europe. It makes me want to run faster!

After the presentation, Milja and Anita drove me to Alkmaar, where there was a party going on for two of the exchange students from our region. They invited 25 exchange students from all over, and then we all slept at different people's houses who lived in Alkmaar. By the time I got there on Friday night, the party was already over, but it was still nice just being with the other exchange students there. There were four of us at Andria's house (a girl from Indonesia). Antea was there (remember?!), Sara from Belgium, Lauren from Minnesota, and me. It's not that we did anything particularly exciting on Friday night, but it was nice just because we all relate to each other so well. Every time anyone would say anything, everyone else would be like, "hey, me too!" It's a good feeling that there's other people going through the same type of thing that you're going through, whether it's good or bad.
Saturday morning, we started out walking at about 10:30 to meet at one of the boy's houses whose birthday it was. After we'd walked for about fifteen minutes, we realized that it was going to be another half hour to walk, and that we could actually take a bus. So, we took the bus. All of the exchange students who were in Alkmaar for the weekend met at Francesco's house (from Italy) and from there we walked to an ice skating rink. The ice skating rink actually was two rinks, one that was like a track (only made of ice) where everyone was speed skating, and then another rink. Really, I wanted to speed skate, because it made me think of skiing, and winter, and Wisconsin, and... you get the picture. I wanted to speed skate! But everyone else was using the normal skates on the normal rink, so I went with that too. The regular skates made me feel like I was at home too, and it was fun watching everyone who came from places with no ice skating rinks try to do it.
We were at the ice skating rink for a really long time, and at about four in the afternoon we all went back to Francesco's house again and ate cake. After that, the plan was for everyone to take the train about ten minutes to Rafael's house (from Venezuela, who also had a birthday) and eat and have a party there. But, we had already told Andria's host parents that we were going to eat dinner with them, so we went back to her house (again with the bus). Antea and I basically stood in the kitchen and watched while Andria made an Indonesian dish for dinner. It was spicy chicken with rice, and of course it tasted amazing. Then, she told us that they usually would eat it for breakfast, though for us it was definitely a dinner meal.
Once we had eaten, we did go back to Rafael's house with the train for the party. There were lots of us there, but it didn't go until very late because everyone still had to take the train back.

All right. Sunday morning Milja drove ("Milja drove" is going to become a very popular frase I think... it happens a lot, usually involving bringing me somewhere) back to Alkmaar to pick up Antea and me. We knew Sunday was going to be an exciting day because.... Sinterklass was coming to Akersloot! Whatever you do, don't get Sinterklass confused with Santa Claus. They do look kind of the same (except Sinterklass was waaaay taller), but Sinterklaas brings presents on December 5th, which is his birthday. Also, Sinterklass doesn't have elf helpers, he has lots of other helpers called Svarte Piet. The obvious question is, why was Sinterklass coming to Akersloot on November 15th, if he doesn't bring presents until December 5th? To be honest, I don't really know. I do know he lives in Spain, so maybe he just wants to rest for a while after his long journey on the boat.
Antea and I walked to the lake by Akersloot with Danique, a friend from school. It was raining, but that wasn't really a surprise. At the lake there were tons and tons of little kids with their families watching and waiting for Sinterklass to come. He came across the lake by Akersloot with a boat, and with all his helpers in the boat with him. The helpers all came through the crowd and gave out papernotas, and candy, and talked to the little kids. Then Sinterklass got in a horse-drawn carriage and rode through the town while all the rest of us went to the church. While we were waiting for Sinterklass to come to the church, everyone sang songs (about Sinterklass) and the Svarte Pieten gave out more papernotas. Then (suspensful music)... Sinterklass came! He was extremely tall, and his beard was may more real than Santa Claus. The most exciting thing about all of this was that all of the kids who were in the church actually believe that Sinterklass is real. Which, actually, how can you really blame them? I mean, he was there. He came in the church, and so did all of his helpers. It's not that hard to believe. Once Sinterklass came to the church, we sang some more songs or "litjes," and Sinterklass talked for a little bit. The whole thing was nice and exciting, and made me glad that I get to be here for Christmas.

Who knows, maybe Sinterklass will even come to Spooner next year. All I need is a white beard and a red costume!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Dear Mom

I would like to dedicate this post to my loving mother, who I am not going to forget even though I'm going to be gone for another eight months, so she doesn't need to worry. Also, I would like to point out that I really DID write her an e-mail a few days ago, but I don't know where it went. That's cyberspace for you!
Now. On to the other, less important, things.


Proefwerkweek: One of four weeks during the Dutch school year where all of the students have to study super hard, get extremely stressed out, and take tons of tests which then count for basically their entire quarter grade. Except me, I didn't have to do that.
Last week was proefwerkweek here, and yes, I did do a couple of the tests, but not very many, and I wasn't very stressed out about any of them. I decided before the test week with my mentor at the school that the tests I was going to take were Spanish, Math, Science, English, and Dutch. This meant that I had to go to school for three hours on Monday, two hours on Wednesday, and two hours on Friday. I studied for the spanish test and science test a little bit. Science, did not go very well. Spanish went very well, English went very well (duh, I would hope!), and Math went fairly well.

Since I didn't have to go to school on Tuesday and Thursday I went back to the primary school in Amsterdam to help Milja's friend again. Remember, I went there earlier in the year too? It's nice to have somewhere to go when I don't have school, because otherwise I know I would just be sitting bored at home. But, I have to say, I have no plans to become a teacher when I grow up. First of all, the kids don't listen to me at all. I don't know if this has more to do with the fact that what I actually can say in Dutch comes out in an extremely heavy accent or the fact that I'm just not not their teacher. Second of all... well, there's not much else to say. Just that I know I would never ever want to be a teacher!
One of the days when I was at the school, Anita (Milja's friend) had to leave the classroom for a while for a meeting or something, and the school was really short staffed so I was alone with the kids. I wasn't supposed to teach a lesson or anything- just keep things under control while they played at their different stations. The first five minutes went great. The next ten minutes were all right. Then they realized that they were alone with me, and all hell broke loose. There were three boys in the "playing house" corner, but they were not playing any normal kind of house. Somehow their game evolved into running around the entire classroom, rolling on the floor, and tackling each other. There was a group of girls in the middle of the room building a block tower which was great- it was probably about five feet tall- until it got crashed by the boys playing "house" and ended up all over the entire classroom. The table of kids that had been coloring did well for a lot longer than the rest of them, but somehow a sort of conflict broke out and half the kids ended up with their drawings ripped in half. My favorite table was the table of kids I had been helping to make paper lanterns, and they lasted for quite a while, but then spread throughout the classroom. I did have a few kids on my side who felt bad for my lack of control. They helped me out by running around and trying to grab other kids to put them in the time out chair, and by clapping their hands and yelling as loud as possible.
This absolute chaos went on for a while, but finally, after two of the kids had fallen and hurt themselves and the noise had gotten extremely loud, one of the teachers walking past outside noticed what a complete disaster I had going on in the classroom and came in and helped me. Of course, the kids listened to him right away, all he had to do was walk in and raise an eyebrow. By that time my face was completely flushed and I was all stressed and panicked. He pretty much saved my life.
I make it sound horrible with the little kids, but actually it's not bad most of the time. They say funny things, and are really cute sometimes. So the next time that I could be sitting at home watching tv because I don't have to go to school, I'll go back there again. Plus, next time I have to babysit two kids for an hour, I won't complain.

On Saturday our family spent the day in Breda, a town about an hour away from Akersloot. We went there early in the afternoon to look at a school Taiana might want to go to after she graduates. It was a small school for the study of "leisure management," which was interesting to see, especially since a lot of the studies are international and done in English. After we went to the school we walked around in the city for a while. We shopped for a little bit, and then stopped at a cafe. In the evening we drove back to Amsterdam and ate out. Going out to eat is completely different here than at home. It's not a go-there-and-eat-as-fast-as-you-can-then-leave type of deal. The first time we went out to eat here, we probably sat at the restaurant for three hours. This time wasn't as long, but we did sit there for probably close to two hours. We ate a first course, a main course, and then dessert, with quite a bit of time in between. The whole atmosphere of the restuarant was nice with everyone talking quitely, and long tables with lots of candles. The food was delicious. And of course the company was perfect.

There is a holiday here on November 11th called Sinter Marta. Think Halloween, but instead of costumes all the kids carry paper lanterns with lights inside that they've made in school. Also, there's a lot less teenagers running around with pillowcases and knocking down all of the little kids. Yesterday I walked with our neighbor Marijka, her daughter Pip, and a group of other moms and kids around the town for Sinter Marta. Instead of "trick-or-treat" the kids sing songs at people's doorsteps. There's sort of a rule that they can never ring the doorbell, because if they have to ring it, that means they haven't been singing loud enough for the people inside to hear them. We walked for about two hours, from the time that it was dark, and all of the kids got so much candy. There's another Dutch thing for me to add to my list.

Taking tests, teaching, trick-or-treating (not really), eating out... it's been a full week. Busy is good for me, it keeps me happy. Which by the way, I am... happy. Even with all the people and things I have to miss, I still am really happy that I came here, and that I have a long time left to be here.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

What's In and What's Out

In:
  • snail mail
  • skinny jeans
  • crime shows
  • brussel sprouts
  • Dutch
  • sheep and cows
  • coffee and tea
  • paper lanterns
  • worm funerals
  • missing your parents
  • skating
  • waving through the window
  • Nike
  • running in the rain
  • rain
  • wind
  • hyves.nl
  • TDR
  • swine flu
  • Thanksgiving
  • vacation
  • reflectors

Out:

  • too many potatoes
  • spandex under shorts
  • tans
  • American football
  • cheerleaders
  • homesickness
  • Halloween
  • bathtubs
  • being cold
  • Christmas Eve
  • wet butts
  • frizzy hair
  • "crisis month"
  • snow : (
  • slow warm ups
  • desert past 8:00
  • walking
  • having your drivers license

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Dutch Runners Run Fast

The first good thing about the race I did today is that I remembered everything I needed to remember. To be honest, I didn't have a bib number yet, so there was no possibility of forgetting that. But still, I didn't forget anything.
At the race, their was frighteningly few people. I never like races with few people. I would way rather do a race with tons of people and not place as high, than do a race with few people and risk finishing last. I was a little bit excited for this one though because it was actually a real "cross-country" race. Also, the weather was the best running weather with lots of leaves everywhere. And it smelled like fall. I love the smell of fall.
We ran the course once through before the race, and it was the perfect race course. There were leaves all over the path, a tiny part with sand, bridges over water, and one steep hill. We had to run the lap twice, and in total the race was 3.1 kilometers, so about two miles.
There was a good half hour after we ran the warm up where I was just kind of standing around, warming up for a few minutes, wondering if I should take my warm up clothes off, and standing around some more. All the confidence that I usually have from familiarity: knowing the runners I'm racing against, knowing the course, knowing the routine, knowing the people watching, and knowing about how I should place was gone.
Right before the race everyone was putting their running spikes on and someone asked me why I wasn't running in spikes.
"Um...." I say. "My spikes are under my bed. In Wisconsin." So I missed my spikes in this race. Who knows, maybe if I would have had them I could have run two and a half minutes faster and won the entire race. We'll go with that!
The beginning of the race was extremely hectic. Everybody stood in this huge clump of people and when the gun went off you just had to push to try and get out of the clump. I ended up finishing in 13:15, which I was pretty happy with. But, I placed 8th out of 11 runners, which I wasn't very happy with. The girl who one ran it in 10:58, and a girl from our team placed third, she also ran a crazy fast time.
And picture this; when we were cooling down afterwards, we ran past a pond with three swans in it. Right then all three of the swans started flying away at the same time. We saw them from behind, and their wing spans were huge, and they were all flying perfectly next to each other over the lake, with water spraying up all around them.

At home, right after I got out of the shower Antea (from Switzerland, remember?!) called me to talk about plans for a few weekends from now, and we ended up talking for an hour or so. She had lots of news from the trip that AFS went on to Berlin while I was in Paris. Then we talked about everything else important, and some things not important. But get this: the entire conversation was in Dutch!

The rest of the afternoon Taiana and I sat at the table and did homework. She was studying really hard for the test week this coming week, and I was studying a little bit, but not very actively. It was dark early and outside it was pouring rain and windy, so it was cozy inside.

Right now the couch, and tea, and the show called "Farmer Seeks Wife" are calling my name. Really, what could be better on a pitch black, stormy, Sunday night?

Tot laater!

Friday, October 30, 2009

High Bars and Other Things I Can't Jump Over

Happy Halloween!
Mostly that's for myself, because it's not Halloween here, so no one else is telling me Happy Halloween. I'm sure all of you in the U.S. have plenty of people telling you Happy Halloween, you probably don't need to hear it from me. Not that Halloween is a very important holiday, or anything...
But now, my missing Halloween is officially over, because I'm eating these chocolate things filled with fluff called "zoenen" or "kisses" and I'm pretty sure they're way better than any Halloween candy I would have gotten anyway. The amount of calories that is in them, I do not want to know.
Weight.
I think the expression should be "foreign exchange student fifteen" instead of "freshman fifteen" because I'm sure any freshman in college has a much easier time keeping weight off than any exchange student. I haven't gained anything close to fifteen pounds, but I can see how it would easily happen. Everywhere I go, there are cookies. And there's so many different kinds of cookies. Plus, there's candy, there's vla, there's delicious meat and pasta, and there's bread with everything. I really am trying to eat healthier because I know it's better for running, but my discipline when it comes to food is lacking. We'll see how that works out for me with all these tempting things around all the time.

On October 19th, I had officially been here for two months. All the AFS volunteers, and people who have been exchange students (i.e. my mom and dad) say that after three months you all of a sudden get really homesick. That means if they're right I'll really start to lose it around Thanksgiving. So far, I don't think homesickness has been all that bad for me. Regularly there's probably about one day a week that I miss home a lot. And this week was a lot better for me than any of the other weeks have been. Monday was little bit of a rough day for me, but after that I didn't feel like I thought about home all that much, definitely less than usual. Every week and every day is different though, so who knows what next week will be like.
We are always busy doing things here, and that makes it a lot easier. If I was always sitting at home I know I would be much more homesick than I am now.

Team Distance Runners on Tuesday did not go well at all. I don't think the vacation in Paris was that good for my running, because the workouts we do with TDR are so intense and I did just easy running on my own. The first part of our workout on Tuesday was with 2kg weights. Actually, they're bullets. Everyone has one in each hand, and we do different exercises, mostly to strengthen our shoulders, but also for our abs, biceps, and triceps. That part of the work out was fine, but the second part- the running part- was supposed to be 5x1000 meters. For the first 1000 meters we were supposed to run each lap in 100 seconds, then for the second 1000 meters each lap was supposed to be 98 seconds, then the third interval was supposed to be with 96 second laps, etc. Hearing the coach tell us the work out, I felt like I should be able to do it, so I was upset when I could only keep up with the group for the first two intervals. In the third one I barely made it for a lap and a half and then fell back a lot. Then the coach told me just to run 600 meters of the next two intervals at the same pace that the others were doing. This worked okay for the first one, but I was absolutely exhausted. On the last 600 meters I couldn't even keep up with them for the whole way- and they were still running 1000 meters.
Thursday practice with TDR was at the fitness center where we always work out on Thursdays. Our circuit of stations on Thursday had been upped to 3 times the circuit of 40 seconds at each station with only 20 seconds in between. The first circuit was with the same stations that we had been before, then for the second circuit the trainer changed it a little bit, and for the third circuit he changed it a little bit more. The third circuit is where the high bar comes in. They brought two bars out onto the floor, one that was probably about 4'6" tall and the other that must have been at least 5' tall. I used the shorter bar, but pretty much all of the guys and some of the girls went on the tall bar. What we had to do was put our hands on the bar and then jump up so that we were suspended over the bar with our arms. The thing was, we were supposed to be using only the strength from our feet to jump up, and not bending our knees very much. Mostly, my goal was just to get over the bar, so I bent my knees and jumped, but even then I couldn't get up. Later, some of the other athletes demonstrated how it was supposed to be, and watching them was insane. They would jump three feet or so into the air, just by flexing their toes a little bit, and the whole thing looked completely effortless. Is it really so much to ask that I can be like them and jump over the bar?! So the circuit training was much harder than usual, but I like it, becuase when we're done I feel much stronger. I can still feel it in my muscles today from the training on Thursday, but it's a good feeling!
After the circuit training we almost always do a run of twenty minutes out and then fifteen minutes back, with the first twenty minutes at an easy pace. We supposedly did the same thing on Thursday, but I'm pretty sure that the first twenty minutes were way faster than usual. The run was really nice though, because it was pitch black outside, and we were running by the lights in the street. The weather was perfect for running, and their weren't very many of us. Some of the runners that we started with turned back early, and some were way ahead of us, so on the way back it was just me and my coach. He stayed close enough to me the whole way that I didn't feel dropped, but that I still had to try hard to keep up with him. Until about the last seven minutes or so of the run, I felt strong, then at the end- like always- it was hard to keep up the pace. Thursday was good practice!

Tomorrow we have a race, or "wedstrijd," with TDR. It's in another town, not all that far away, but this is an actual cross-country race. It's 3.4 km which is a little bit shorter distance than our normal cross-country races at home, but it's closer to the same distance than the other races so far have been. We'll see how it goes- I'm nervous, so keep your fingers crossed for me.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

*Paris: Chapter Four*

Thursday morning was a little bit of a late start for everyone. We were going to have breakfast at 9:30, and Milja and I left at 8:00 so that I could run. We still went along the Seine, but since she was walking, and not on roller blades, I ran back and forth. Really, it shouldn't have been that complicated for me to figure out that after thirty minutes of running we could turn around and go back, and we'd get back in thirty minutes, since she was walking the same pace the entire time. Somehow I did manage to make it complicated though, and waited 40 minutes to turn around. Then we actually ended being gone for about an hour and a half total. Everyone else was running a little bit late too, so by the time we'd eaten breakfast and gotten out of the apartment it was 11:30.
Again, we took the metro for a little ways (I had metro tickets falling out of my pockets for few days after we got back), and then walked to Sacre Coeur. The church is at the top of this really big hill, and first you have to walk a ways up the hill through these streets that are basically just tourist shops and nothing else. A ways before the church there are stairs, and just like at the Eiffel Tower, there's tons of immigrants trying to sell things.
We went almost all the way to the top where the church was, and then there was a man standing on the stairs playing his guitar and singing. Tons of people were sitting on the stairs listening to him, and we sat down too. From the stairs you could see over the roof tops, and the apartments with lots of chimneys on top. The weather was really sunny and warm, and sitting there listening was just relaxing. For probably an hour we sat and listened to him playing his guitar, and then we went back up into the church. A lot like Notre Dame, it was really quiet and dark inside, with lots of candles. We didn't stay there for very long, but afterwards we stayed at the top of the hill and walked around a square which was full of artists selling their paintings and making caricatures.
On the way back from Sacre Coeur the first thing we wanted to do was eat, since it was almost 4:00. We sat in a park and ate French bread with brie, while we watched these groups of men play a game with metal balls. Another moment where it felt like we were really just "being in France." Then we walked some more (surprise!) to the museum where Napoleon is buried. By the time we got there though, the museum had just closed to visitors, so then we had to turn around and walk back, which took us about 45 minutes, though we were walking really slowly and relaxed along the Seine. We all ate dinner together again on Thursday night, and then played cards all of us together for a long time.

On Friday morning, we had to be out of our apartment by 10:00 in the morning, so we got going a little bit earlier than usual and cleaned out the rooms. Then we walked (!) to LaFayette which is this huge shopping building that sells products from a lot of different high end stores at lower prices. Still though, everything there was super expensive, so we went to H&M for a little bit, then met everyone else at the very top of the building for coffee. After we ate, it was back to the apartments for all of us. Then our family went to the train station, and Erik and Marja loaded back up into the car for the drive.

That, my friends, is the end of my novel about Paris! I know this post is a little bit rushed, and not very detailed, but I am definitely ready to get back to writing about life here. Paris was a ton of fun, but having been there, I am still really happy that I chose to come to the Netherlands. I think it fits me much better!

Monday, October 26, 2009

*Paris: Chapter Three*

The Eiffel Tower was classic Paris thing number one that I did. And on Wednesday was the Louvre.

I was really surprised when the nice glass pyramid in the middle of the square by the Louvre was actually the place where we had to go into the museum. There's an entire room underneath- who would have thought? Tickets at the Louvre are free for students. I have this great student ID from AFS that proves I actually am a student, and it's very useful for things like getting into museums. I left it at the hotel. I did manage to get in anyway though, Esmee had an extra school ID, and the people at the entrance didn't look carefully enough to notice that there were two Esmee's with the same birthday.
Walking through the Louvre there's absolutely no way of seeing everything. You can't see the whole museum, but you can't see a whole section either, or a whole room, you can hardly even look at one painting for long enough. The rooms I most remember walking through are the Spanish, Greek, and Egyptian rooms. Then of course there was the room with Mona Lisa, and we also walked through a few rooms with Dutch art. A lot of the Spanish art had to do with pictures and sculptures of Jesus on the cross, a lot of them which were super gruesome, but still interesting. The Greek art was all white marble statues of men and women without very many clothes on. And the Egyptian rooms were a lot of hieroglyphics, and smaller statues. Before I came to the Netherlands, I never would have recognized the Dutch art for Dutch art, but now that I've been here for a while, I could easily recognize that the paintings were Dutch. There were lots of sailboats, sea, flowers, sheep, and cows. Just like in real life!
The Mona Lisa was a bit anticlimactic. There was a huge room, and then the Mona Lisa was hanging on this really big wall, with a glass box around it. There was a rope in front of the painting (which, let me just add, is actually pretty tiny), and then behind the rope there were probably 70 tourists standing, all taking pictures. I'll admit it, I did join take a picture, because I figured I have to prove I'd actually seen it, but I felt incredibly cliche doing it. It is a neat painting, because it actually is true that her eyes follow you wherever you go. I just wouldn't say seeing the Mona Lisa changed my life or anything.

We were done at the Louvre fairly early in the afternoon, but everyone was tired from walking through the museum all day, so we went back to the apartment for a little bit. Almost everyone wanted to stay there for the rest of the day except Milja, Peter, Adrienne, and me. Then we ended up convincing Joelien to come with us too. We took the metro for just a little ways to The Bastille, which is basically a sidewalk on top of buildings. When I put it that way, it sounds really boring and pointless, but it's a pretty place to walk. The sidewalk is straight ahead, and it's through a garden. Then you can look at all of the apartments around you. Apparently, the sidewalk is right where there used to be a train track. I say apparently, because I really can't understand how that''s possible. Can there really be a train talk on top of houses? I don't think so! Though everyone who explained it to me did sound pretty convincing...

The walk didn't take very long, and when we got back down we were in a street with all these gallery type of stores. It was nice there because you could look in the windows at all these super ornate pieces of diamond jewelry, hand carved instruments, bejewled wedding dresses, huge chandeliers, and all sorts of paintings. Also, it was the first place in Paris that we had really gone which wasn't a major tourist attraction. It felt like we were actually in Paris, just being in Paris, and not rushing to get from one tourist attraction to the other. We took our time walking back to the metro, and then we took the metro to- guess where?!- where my mom used to live when she was a nanny in Paris for a year. Mijla had thought of the idea to go there before we even left for Paris, so she asked my mom for the address. The street where she lived is also full of galleries now, but smaller ones. We stopped and took a picture in front of the door, and then we walked around the corner. It's weird to think that almost thirty years ago (sorry Mom, I'm rounding up a little), my mom was walking on the same street, and going through the same door I stood in front of. And that was all way before I knew her, or she knew me. We've both been in that exact same place, so incredibly far away from home.
Right around the corner is the president's palace, and streets and streets full of high end designer stores. just to let everyone know, I've decided that I'm going to be rich when I grow up so that I can buy all of the amazing things in the stores. Of course, I realize that money doesn't buy happiness, but I'm pretty sure you can have happiness and money, even if they're not the same thing. I'm still trying to figure out how to make that happen, I'll let everyone know when I have a set plan.

When we got back from our walk on Wednesday, everyone was getting ready for dinner. Walking into the warm apartment, and smelling food, and having that warm feeling you get on your face after you've been outside for a long time is one of the nicest things ever. While we were in Paris, we spent a lot of the evenings all of us sitting in the same apartment, playing games, and drinking tea. One of my favorite things so far about being here is that Milja and Taiana have so much of their family close by. My extended family has always been so far away my whole life, and now I get to be a part of a family that is always together and I love that.

Bare with me everyone, the novel about Paris is almost over, and then we can get back to everyday life! I'm starting to panic a little bit, I'm falling so far behind...

Sunday, October 25, 2009

*Paris: Chapter Two*

Alright, everyone, we're on Tuesday. Because I was missing two days of practice with TDR in Paris, I had to run twice on my own there, each time for an hour. Of course, anyone could figure out that sending me for an hour long run by myself in Paris was not a good idea. Erik had brought his roller blades with him though, so at 8:00 on Tuesday morning we went out in Paris; him with his roller blades and me with my running shoes. Just running through the streets of the city at that time of the morning was fun, because it was like the city was just waking up. There were all these moms dragging their little kids to school, people walking in business suits, and street sweepers. The street was busy, but it still was somehow quiet everywhere. We first ran in one direction along the Seine, and then after half an hour turned and ran in the other direction. But, since I'm me, nothing works out the way it supposed to (not that things don't work out, they do, just not usually the way they're supposed to). Right at the beginning of the run when we got to the river we decided to go down so that we could run right next to it. I didn't even think of it, and left poor Erik way behind trying to make his way down the completely rough cobblestones on his rollerblades. After about five minutes I realized that there was no way he could rollerblade there, and that was probably why he wasn't with me anymore. I turned around and ran back the way I had come but... surprise, he wasn't there anymore. I ran back and forth for about five minutes and finally found him again at the end. There were definitely a few minutes though were I thought to myself, "Okay, so I'm in the middle of Paris, alone." That didn't last long though, and the rest of the run was so beautiful. On the way there the Eiffel Tower was in front of me, and on the way back the sun was rising over the city and all the bridges on the river.
Tuesday morning, and every morning after that, we met for breakfast around 9:30 in the downstairs apartment. Every morning someone would by regular croissants and then croissants with pieces of chocolate inside. We were in France, eating croissants and drinking coffee with the Louvre right outside our door. Besides the coffee drinking and croissant eating, there was also quite a bit of discussing what we were going to do that day. When the discussing was finished it ended up decided that we were going to see Notre Dame in the morning.
We walked (prepare yourselves, I'm going to say "we walked" a lot in this novel about Paris) to the church and went inside, of course it was incredibly beautiful. I was a little bit disappointed by the outside because I was expecting there to be huge gargoyles all around like in "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" but you could hardly see the gargoyles, they were so high up. Inside was absolutely beautiful though, walking into a church like that makes me understand why the churches were able to hold so much power over people back in those days. If you're living in a time with no machinery and technology, but you sit and listen to a preacher in a building like Notre Dame every week, then I think it's impossible not to believe in a higher power.

After Notre Dame we went shopping, though there really is not much to tell about that, because I learned a Dutch saying about shopping. The saying is, "kijka, kijka, niet kopa." That means, "look, look, don't buy." Generally, I wouldn't really agree with that, I'm definitely the buying type of girl. But new money comes at the beginning of the month, and it is the end of the October...

What's the first thing you think of when you think of Paris? The Eiffel Tower (for me at least). On Tuesday night we went to the Eiffel Tower after dinner. It was just starting to get dark when we got there, and there were lots of people everywhere. In front of the tower are tons of immigrants with these cheap metal Eiffel Tower keychains that they're trying to sell to everyone. These guys would seriously come up to you and grab your arm, or call your name if they heard someone else saying it. And they're so desperate just to sell something that when people bargain with them they sell their things for almost nothing. Anyway, we waited in line for a super long time. I was so scared, because I thought we were going to have to walk up the stairs inside of it... I hate walking up high places with open stairs. Instead though, we went in the elevator first to the second level, and then all the way up to the top. Which, the eleveator was also incredibly scary, but I survived. Looking down from the top of the Eiffel Tower you could see so much of Paris, and all these lights from the city everywhere. If you stood outside it was pretty scary because there was a lot of wind and you felt like you were swaying, so mostly I stayed inside and looked out from the glass. And, fun fact, there's a bathroom at the top of the Eiffel Tower for people like me who always have to pee in impossible places. But isn't that crazy? I used the bathroom at the top of the Eiffel Tower!

Look forward to the following chapter of my Paris novel!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

*Paris: Chapter One*

From Spooner, WI:
One and a half hours in the car will bring you to Duluth or Eau Claire. Christmas shopping, anyone? In two and a half hours you can get to Minneapolis. There's the airport there, so you can fly away to Sweden, or Florida, or The Netherlands. Or, you can go to America's biggest shopping mall. You can go to a water park, you can go to the Children's theatre, or to an art museum. You can go to Ikea! Four and a half hours in the car will bring you about to Houghton, Michigan, to Green Bay, or to Madison. In Houghton we can cross country ski if there's not enough snow in Wisconsin. Of course the Packers are in Green Bay, and Madison is Madison- the capital of Wisconsin, home to the Wisconsin Badgers, delicious bagels, and state street. Nine hours in the car will bring you to Kansas City, Missouri. There're Grandma and Grandpa, good Thanksgiving meals, and ideal Christmas shopping.
From Spooner, WI:
Eight hours on a plane will bring you to Iceland, then another two hours will bring you to Sweden. Three hours on a plane will bring you to New York, and then another seven hours to Switzerland, another hour to Holland. Three hours on a plane will bring you to Florida.

From Akersloot:
5 minutes by car will take you the Uitgeest train station. 30 minutes by train brings you to Amsterdam central station. Then 4 hours on a super speed train brings you right to Paris.

Just a little bit more than two months ago, I was in Spooner. In four hours I could have gone to Minneapolis and almost all the way back, to Houghton to visit Jess and Seth, to Madison, or halfway to Kansas City. But last Monday, four hours took me to Paris. There's so many times since I've been here that I feel like Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. At the part where she looks down at Toto and goes, "Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." Going to Paris was definitely one of those moments, and being in Paris, it was like that the entire week.

Last Monday morning our train left from Amsterdam Central at 8:30 in the the morning, by 1:00 in the afternoon we were at our apartments right by the Louvre in Paris. Just walking in the metro station in Paris is something new. Everything is dirty and smells bad. But walking right through all the gross dirt, and right past the drugged out homeless people sleeping on benches are some of the most glamorous people that you've ever seen. The station was really close by our apartment, so we walked there from the station with our suitcases. Milja's sister Marja and her family got there right when we did, so that made nine of us. Milja, Taiana, Milja's friend Peter, Taiana's friend Esmee, me, Marja, her husband Erik, their daughter Adrienne who is twelve, and their youngest daughter Joleen who is nine. The apartments weren't ready for us yet, so we left all of our suitcases and things there and then walked to the Arc de Triumph. Which is... well, an arc of triumph. It was a pretty long walk to get there, and on the way we stopped and had crepes from a stand. I had mine with chocolate, what else? They were amazing. Once we got to the Arc de Triumphe we had to climb a lot of stairs to the top. At the top though you could see all over Paris, we saw Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower, and the street that had followed all the way there. We spent quite a bit of time on the top, and then took our time walking back to the hotel.

Okay, chapter one is over now, because we're eating dinner. Hopefully chapter two will be a little bit longer. We don't want more than say... five chapters in this novel!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Another Novel...

I have to start with what I can remember from this week, it doesn't feel like very much!
On Tuesdays we have a different trainer than usual, and he does a lot of stretching type of exercises with us for the first hour of practice before we run. Then he always tells us the long Latin medical terms for the muscles we're strengthening- not that I can ever remember any of them. This Tuesday we did all sorts of the stretching exercises with these huge metal bullets. Squats, arm circles, stretches, everything. I definitely felt it the next day. After we did the first hour or warming up our work out was 2x2400 meters. As if that's not hard enough by itself, we were supposed to start with a 100 second lap, then do a 96 second lap, a 92 second lap, 88 seconds, 84 seconds, 80 seconds. That didn't happen! I tried though, but once I fall far enough behind, it's hard to keep up with the times, or even close to them. I'm hoping that in a few months I can keep up better.

Wednesday: I remember now! Milja and I got up at 6:30, and drove to her office in Amsterdam, because I had to take the PSAT's at the International School of Amsterdam at 8:30. We were a little bit early, so we walked through Milja's office and I met some of her co-workers. Everyone was nice, and said nice things about my Dutch, though I think a lot of times people just pretend to understand me when they actually don't. Her office there is really big and fancy, with a big reception desk, and a nice coffee room with twenty different kinds of tea that you can choose from. We drank coffee at her office, and then drove to the International School. It was neat just walking into the school because there were all these little preschoolers there with their rich parents from all over the world.
There were probably about 40 kids taking the PSAT's, and I didn't get a chance to talk to very many of them, but everyone spoke perfect English, without a accent at all. I think a lot of the kids who go to there are only living in the Netherlands for a couple years or so, and their parents are working here temporarily. The test went okay, I think. The reading comprehension parts weren't very hard, and the most of the math sections were okay, it's just that there wasn't very much time.
Taking the test felt weird, because being here, it feels like college is incredibly far away. And here I was taking a test that has to do with going to college. I don't want to think about that yet! When I come home I want to be home for a while, and not think about leaving again. We had to write down what we want to major in at college on the test. What is that all about? I'm only sixteen, I don't know what I want to do with the whole rest of my life!
Thursday I had to go to school again, but my first hour of class was canceled, so I got to stay home for a little bit longer. School was fine, same old, same old. Then practice which was at the fitness center again, so that's always hard, but a good workout.


Friday, again school. It got shortened quite a bit though, so we all got to go home around 2:00. It was lucky, I don't know if I could have made it much longer. Kind of like when you have to do push ups for a certain amount of time and you know that you're super close to being done so it just gets harder and harder. That's how school was getting. But now we have fall vacation for one week. School starts really early in the fall here, and ends really late in the summer, but they have way more vacation time than we do at home. There's this vacation that we have in the fall, then we get two weeks for Christmas. In February we get one week, then there's an Easter break, and I think we get another week in May. It will be hard though when it's the middle of June and I'm still sitting in school.
Friday night Taiana had to work, but after she got done she came back home and got me, and I went with her and one of her friends to this bar in a nearby town. A lot of her friends from work were there, and it was fun to go out and to meet them. But don't worry, I was a responsible drinker!

Saturday morning I woke up and went to the gym. Surprise, Jim from the gym was there! He talked to me for a little bit when I was biking. He was just asking me things about football games, and my school at home, and all of that. Of course, because I was speaking English, everyone else in the gym was looking at us too. I'm starting to get used to that by now though, whenever I'm in school people are always looking at me, either because I'm speaking English, or because I speak Dutch so weird.
It's really nice at the gym here, it's a lot smaller than the one at home, but everyone who goes there knows each other and is always talking while they're working out. And every evening they do a fifteen minute ab workout session, so people just put their mats on the floor in the middle of all the weight lifting machines and we do abs together.

In the afternoon on Saturday, Peter and Milja had decided to take me around to some different tourist places. Originally we were going to go to the Anne Frank museum, but the tickets were sold out, so we have to go there some other time. Originally, I was also going to ask one of the other exchange students who live around here to come with me, but the girl I was going to ask was gone, and by the time I was got around to thinking about asking someone else it was a little bit too late, so the three of us just went together. The first place we went was to these old mills that are pretty close to Akersloot. You can go inside the mill and look at the places where people used to sleep, and then you can see the water churning underneath you from the mill moving. We also climbed up almost to the top of the mill, and saw how everything turned inside. I've always had a little bit of a fear of climbing up high places with open stairs, but I made it.
After the mills, we went to the "Zaanse Skaans" (or something like that... I think that's how it sounds, it's probably not how it's spelled). It was basically a bunch of streets of houses that are part of a town called Zaandem, but on the streets where we walked it is only old houses, and inside a lot of them there's museums. You can look across the water and see all of these house that people actually live in now. (Fun fact: the town of Zaandem is where the Dam tot Dam race I did a few weeks ago finished). Saturday night, Milja's parents came over, along with the friend of Milja whose class I went to visit, and her daughter came over for dinner. Nasi (fried rice, meat, and vegetables) for dinner, and tiramisu for dessert.

This morning after coffee, a bread roll, and some yogurt, I went out the door to bike to the place where I always meet my coach on Sunday mornings so he can drive me to the dune training. There's all these hedges around the yard of our house, and then there's a really narrow little path that goes out to the road with a sharp turn at the end. Taiana can always go through the path on her bike, and lately I've gotten pretty good at it too. I would say about fifty percent of the time I can make it to the end and around the corner. Milja has gotten used to how entertaining it is the other fifty percent though, so usually she sits at the table and watches me bike away. Today, unfortunately, was one of the other fifty percent days. Except today, instead of just having to stop and walk the rest of the way, I went right into the bushes and tipped over. Milja, being as nice as she is, ran out to make sure I was okay, and picked up my bike. She saw the whole thing of course. Embarrassing moment (not that I don't have a lot of those every day)!

The last thing that we had to do for our workout at practice today was a two kilometer tempo run (that's what the coach said. I'm pretty sure it was more like three though). Usually, there's at least one person that I can keep in sight when we go for a longer hard run, but today the girl I might have been able to almost keep up with was hurt, so I was on my own. They gave me super clear instructions for which way to go though, and I kept the other runners in sight for about half the way. Somehow, right when I should have been about done, I realized that I was not where I was supposed to be. About ten minutes later, I did end up back where we had started, but coming from the complete other direction than I was supposed to. Everyone else was looking the other way all expectantly, but I came up right behind them. The thing is, I know I was going the right way! I don't know how I ended up in the wrong place... But hey, I got my two kilometers in.

Oh gosh, this got really long again. I'm going to start working on writing shorter blogs more often. Then it won't take an hour to read what I write, or to write it. We'll see how that works out.

Tot volgende week!
xoxo

P.S. Get ready for a blog about Paris. We leave tomorrow morning!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

This is real!

Yesterday, I did a four mile race in 28 minutes and 32 seconds. The first Dutch man to finish raced a time of 18 minutes and 41 seconds. So approximately... ten minutes faster than my time. Incidentally, this is the same man who brought me my race number and chip (which I somehow managed to drop in a soaking wet parking lot on Thursday night) so that I could do the race. The reason he had my information is because he lives at the race headquarters of Team Distance Runners. Is everyone understanding this? I'm training with the same organization as a man who runs a sub 19 minutes four mile time! There are runners with this organization that are national champions and European championship finalists. Every time I think that I can't be any more impressed, something more impressive comes along.

These athletes run in zones, they drink protein shakes, and time their laps. They keep training logs, keep track of their goals, meet with their coaches, and so much more. Every minute I spend with the runners and the coaches of Team Distance Runners I learn something new.


Yesterday, before our race, we went to a meeting for "invited athletes" or all of the top of athletes at the Groninge race. A group of African runners walked right by us to get to the front, and when the meeting started they were introduced. They all had olympic places, world championship places, or they held some sort of record. From the minute I walked into the room for the meeting, until the minute the race started, the same thought was going through my head, "How did I end up on this team?"


The race yesterday had 16,000 people and we were the very first ones to start. The runners from our team were all packed in at the starting line with the professional runners, and we went out right with the first gun. No one was wearing spandex under running uniforms, or long pants, like we do at home when we race cross country. All of us wore tank tops and short spandex shorts, but because we warmed up so well, it wasn't at all cold at the beginning.

It started so fast, I was supposed to keep up with two of the girls from our team. One of the girls took off right away, and I stayed close enough to the other girl that I could see her for maybe half the race, but then she was gone too. The whole time I was running as hard as I could and people were flying by me like I was standing still. It was fun though, with lots of music, and people cheering, and so many fast runners.


After the race I stood around and froze for a while because there was a total mess of people and trucks everywhere, and I had absolutely no idea where to go. Also, instead of the long pants and long sleeved shirt I would usually wear, I was wearing that skimpy little spandex outfit which made it extra cold (though, I have to admit, it probably did make me go faster- I felt way more intense). I wandered around for a little bit, and then found some of the other people from the team. Finally one of the coaches found my clothes, and then put one of the guys on the team in charge of walking me back to the hotel where our cars were parked. The poor guy was probably just wondering how he got stuck babysitting the clueless American girl, but he was friendly anyway. The long walk back to the hotel wasn't bad, because Groninge is a beautiful city. We walked over all sorts of bridges, there were house boats in the canals, and the leaves are just starting to turn here.



Once we finally got back to the hotel, everyone wanted a shower, but they wouldn't let us in to take one. In the end, the coaches finally bought two hotel rooms for us to shower in, but that whole process took a while. Then, we drove to this absolutely enormous Chinese restuarant. Let me tell you, I don't think I've ever been somewhere with that much food that I wanted to eat. The dinner was a buffet. And there was a sushi bar, a stir fry bar, and (get this): a chocolate fountain. We sat at the restuarant for three hours, and I ate so much food. The food was great, but most of all it was nice to sit with the other girls from the team and just to talk. I know enough Dutch by now that when they have a conversation I can understand enough not to feel left out.



Sunday was the kind of day that for a while makes me feel confident that I can stay here and be happy for a whole year. It doesn't make me miss anyone at home any less, but it makes me feel like I belong here too. Sunday night when I was sitting there, completely stuffed with chocolate and sushi, it felt a lot like the weekends we spend at home during the ski season or the evenings after a cross country meet. It was familiar, but different too. I never would have dreamt that I was going to come here and find a running team like Team Distance Runners, and that I would get to be a part of a team like this. There's been so many moments when I'm with the team, and actually all over here when I just have to stop for a moment and think, "I'm really here, this is actually happening to me."



To sum it all up, this was a good week. There were the regular moments when I felt frustrated and stupid (for example, how did I lose my racing chip five minutes after walking out of a meeting about dedication and focus?). Before this week though, every time something frustrating like that would happen, I would start to be homesick right away. Something about this week was different, I'm not really sure what, but it can only be good. I can never tell, maybe two weeks from now I'll be more homesick than I've been before. For now though, we'll count it as a step in the right direction.



Slaap lekker!

xoxo

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I decide to play volleyball.

There's two girls I know that live really close to me in Akersloot. One of them is in my class, and I bike to school with her in the morning, and the other one is in my Spanish class. Actually, they're the girls I made cookies with last week; Annemarieke and Danique. Both of them play on a volleyball team in town, and they always talk about how much fun it is. The team only practices Monday nights for a couple of hours, and it only costs like five Euros per month. How could I resist?

So yesterday night at seven I went out in the rain, and biked to the gym in Akersloot. There were only like eight girls or something there, and a coach.

In case there's anyone reading this who doesn't know, I'm horrible at volleyball. Absolutely horrible, terrible, not good at all. Is that clear? But, on this team, I wasn't the worst. I felt like a volleyball pro or something, people kept telling me how good I was. After we played for an hour or so just with us, we played with the older ladies who actually have a pretty serious team.

The coach of their team came up to me and introduced himself. "Hello," he said. "I am Jon. I am a bitch." I really did not know what to say to that at all, so I just kind of nodded a little bit. Also, I couldn't talk, because I was trying not to laugh. I guess he didn't really understand that wasn't an appropriate thing to say the first time you meet someone.

Unfortunately, when we actually started playing with the other women, I wasn't all that good anymore. Whenever I hit the ball this one lady would say, "Well. At least you made a try." That doesn't sound very encouraging, does it?

And that's the end of my adventures with volleyball, though I guess there might be more to come.

A few of my friends at school have told me that I should play volleyball instead of run when I go back home. I don't think they understand that the Spooner Rails volleyball team probably wouldn't be very happy to have me. I'm probably more wanted on the cross-country team... so that's where I'm going to go. No worries, anyone!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

"Gefeliciteerd"

Saturday morning I was feeling pretty ambitious when I woke up, so I got right out of bed and put on my workout clothes. Once I actually had my workout clothes on, I didn't feel all that ambitious anymore. So then I ate breakfast, went on Facebook for a while, read through some of my PSAT material, went on Facebook again, checked my e-mail, and then finally went out the door and on my way to the fitness center. When I got there, it turned out that they were actually having an open house for their free trial of spinning classes that they're just getting there. Spinning class is one of those things that I've always thought sounds really hip and cool. Kind of like yoga, and pilates, and especially pole dancing classes (the kind for exercise!). And, since they didn't have any open fitness, it was the perfect opportunity for me to try spinning, just like I've always wanted. I guess though, that everyone else who was going to the free trial class had already done it. Leaving... only me. Luckily, the instructor is this really friendly guy (Jim from the gym), who always helps me when I go there. So, he did the lesson for me anyway. Spinning is just as hip and cool as I thought. You bike to the beat of the music that they play and there's three phases: climbing, speed, and jogging. I couldn't really tell the difference between the climbing and jogging phases, but the speed phase was not fun. Basically you start by pedaling as fast as you can, and at the end of it the bike is pretty much pedaling you, because your legs are going so fast and the pedals won't stop, and if you try to make them stop you would probably fall of the bike.
When I got home from the gym, Milja and I went to the grocery store, and Taiana and Peter went to Alkmaar to get Taiana some new pants. Then later in the afternoon, we all drove to Milja's sister's house for her niece's birthday party (she just turned nine). It was a family party, which I guess you always have for someone's birthday. Oh, I have to add that I drove to the party with Peter in this extremely cool car he got to use for the weekend. BMWz4, which doesn't mean anything to me, but maybe it will to someone who's reading this. I'll put a picture up here after we take one with it.

Anyway, there was a ton of people at the party, most of them who I didn't know at all. The thing is, apparently at these parties, when you get there you have to walk around and say "gefeliciteerd" to everyone. Every single person who's there! It took Milja two times of telling me that I had to do this before I actually realized that I HAD to do it. Once I stumbled through this big long word about five times, it wasn't so bad, but it was scary at first. You all know I'm not really a shy person, but that's one of the big cultural differences that I've noticed. At home we are not as friendly to people when we first meet them, and here they are extremely friendly. When I think about it though, it's a lot nicer the way that they do it here. Within five minutes of a party, you've already said something to everyone, and the whole atmosphere is a lot nicer.

The party was fun too. People sat around for a long time and talked, and Milja's sister and brother-in-law kept bringing out appetizers. At six they gave everyone dinner; mushroom or tomato soup, and salmon quiche. After we ate people started to leave, and around eight or so there weren't very many people left. We played a card came called 31. The whole thing was just really nice, again... "gezellig." The things that they do here with the family remind me a lot of family days in Sweden, which makes me miss it, but also makes me feel more at home. All of the people speaking Dutch and the noise makes me tired, but it was one of those things where you sit and just feel tired and happy.

Today is Sunday, and I've decided that Sunday is officially one of my favorite days of the week. First of all I have the training in the dunes, which I think I've already mentioned that I love. Then in the afternoons, we almost always do something nice, and in the evenings we can just relax. Also there is this show called "Farmer Seeks Wife," about these farmers that are trying to find wives (obviously). It's funny though because it's not like any of the American reality shows. Half of the farmers are old and overweight, and the ones that aren't old and overweight aren't even remotely cute. Then women who want to try and be their wives write these letters, and the farmers pick the ones that they want on the show. Except some of the farmers only get ten letters or something. But anyway, then they do these dates and stuff with the farmers. Kind of like the Bachelor, except I don't think they make out with as many people. Anyway, the nice thing we did this afternoon was we went shopping in Alkmaar for a winter coat. That was fun, but it was so busy everywhere. I have a new coat now, though, which is lucky, because it's starting to get really cold here.

Ik mis jullie!

xoxo

Friday, October 2, 2009

Hmmmm...

I'm pretty sure this blog is supposed to be here so that everyone can read about my exciting life in the Netherlands and all the exciting things that I'm doing. I really am sorry to let you down, but between this Monday and today, I don't have anything all that exciting to write. It feels nice actually, that nothing all that exciting happened. Exciting things are good, but because there aren't any, it also feels sort of like I'm settling into life here. I'm used to going to school every day, so that isn't very exciting. I'm used to going to running practice, I'm used to the meals we eat (but, I'm still not so used to the cookies, candy, and desserts that I've stopped eating them all the time). Of course, everything I do here still feels different. But most things aren't scary, and I've gotten a lot of the "first time" things over with. For example, though, I still feel incredibly cool and European every time I ride my bike to school, or wear a scarf, or a pair of boots. The point is, I'm getting into a routine, and that's the sort of thing that makes me feel at home.


I did learn a few new things this week though. At running practice, I learned that the girls on the team stick together. If you start a work out with four people, you end the workout with four people. Even the girls who could run twice as fast as me if they wanted to will wait if we started the workout together. The miracle is, the fact that they're waiting for me makes me go so much faster than if they just left me behind. Also at running practice, I learned that the first time you do a circuit of 12x 30 second strength stations, it's not all that hard. But, the third time you do it it's very hard. (Brooke- they do box jumps on three foot high boxes!) And the build up run you go for after that is even harder. The coach always says to me "Kom op, Sofie!" Which is like "come on!" He's nice and helpful, and so are the other coaches. There's so many though, I don't know them all taht well.
At school, I learned that the girls here are really honest and upfront with each other. If someone asks a question about their hair, or the clothes their wearing then they give an honest answer. Or, if they don't like something that someone's doing, they just come right out and say this. I learned this while sitting through a twenty minute argument between some of the girls in this group project we're doing. It was so civilized though. Us girls at home mostly just role our eyes, and gossip about each other. But they just said everything they needed to say, and then the problem was completely fixed. Crazy how that works!

Okay, what else have I done this week? Hmmm...
On Friday I had two girls from my grade over to my house. We made chocolate chip cookies (everyone here wants to try American chocolate chip cookies), and then watched Never Been Kissed. It was a lot of fun, and the cookies were good, of course. I've decided I really shouldn't make any more American cookies though. If I'm going to consume that many calories, then I really should do it through Dutch food, and not American food. Personally, I think that pretty much any Dutch cookie is better than any American cookie. Any day!