Amsterdam, so far:
- being greeted by rain, and a Syrian refugee asking for help, at the airport upon our arrival into the country.
- dodging hordes of bicycles while trying to cross the street with our 5 massive suitcases + hand luggage.
- getting up to our apartment and basking in its sheer adorableness.
- holy jetlag, Batman.
- being invited up for tea at the neighbor's flat, and feeling thankful that they're so welcoming and casual.
- freaking out at the boys because they keep spilling water on the nice wooden dining table (we've already added a few nice new water stains).
- bicycles, bicycles, everywhere.
- feeling like an asshole American every time I speak English to store clerks or anyone else I need to ask for help, and for being so clueless about Dutch.
- thanking Google Translate multiple times a day.
- realizing no one seems to care about speaking to you in English.
- trying the infamous frites and pannenkoek and your kids rejecting them bc they're different from US fries and pancakes (they'll come around, I'm sure).
- also trying poffertjes and experiencing love at first bite.
- spending 30 minutes googling words like "spoelen" and "sterkdroog" to try to figure out how to work the washer and dryer.
- facetiming with our best friends back home, marveling at how it's nearly bedtime here but morning there.
- walking past the brick buildings with their cute windows and flowerboxes, and the canals lined with leaning trees and sweet little boats.
- stumbling upon some of the coolest playgrounds ever.
- being very pleasantly surprised that our closest grocery store is not only open till 9pm most nights, but it's even open on Sundays!
- really, really liking this little neighborhood we're in.
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