#75-92: Cambridge, Netherlands, a tiny bit of Belgium, and home again

1 Apr

75. My friend Australian friend living in England described someone’s style as “poncy with a dash of tarty.” I loved it. You have to say it with a muddled Australian/English accent though.

76. Punting. The greatest outdoor activity ever.

77. Boots meal deals. For those of you who have never seen one, Boots is like the British equivalent of Walgreens, but WAY better. Partly because they have the Boots meal deal: 1 sandwich or salad, 1 snack item and 1 drink for about three and a half pounds.

78. Friendships that you can pick right back up where you left off even when you haven’t spoken in months.

79. Sunny days in usually very gray countries.

80. My last night in England I stayed with my friend George at his aunt’s house. When I introduced myself to his cousin Sam (about 10 years old) I got the following response: “Hello, I like you. I think you’re dating my cousin. We need to talk.” Sam promptly left the room to discuss our relationship with George. When asked if he even knew which one of us I was, Sam answered: “Of course I know which one’s Chelsea. She’s the American, the big one.” Luckily I was traveling with my friend Patti who’s about 5 feet tall and 90 pounds so I wasn’t offended. Instead I found myself loving this cheeky British kid. Hilarious.

81. Noticing the moon the night it appeared 14% larger than normal without knowing beforehand.

82. I rode a bike with Patti on the back and neither of us died. Patti did sustain a few minor bruises though.

83. Drinking homemade hot chocolate with stroopwafels every day.

84. The canals in the Netherlands. They make everything so cute.

85. Mustard soup. This classic dutch dish is my new fave.

86. Charming Italian waiters.

87. Old buildings. We just don’t have them here. Not like they are in Europe anyway.

88. Making it onto my my last flight with 5 minutes to spare.

89. Making it though 4 security checks and customs in 2 different countries with all my illegal contraband. I’m a rebel with my cheese and tulips.

90. Sleeping in my own bed. Well, in Molly’s bed at least.

91. Three people showed up to book club this month. That’s 50% more than last month. It looks like I’m on a roll 🙂

92. I got an interview for the fellowship I applied for. After yesterday’s freak out, the call couldn’t have come at a better time.

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