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I've just spent my first day of five in Utrecht, a small city full of young people and, more importantly, my good friends Emma and Avi. This place is entirely different from any other I have been in. There is an energy here that is contagious, and I fear that I may learn more great things about it in the coming days that will make it very hard to leave behind.
My trip down from Amsterdam was not without excitement. While I was on the final leg of the train trip to Utrecht, a man opened up the door to the compartment I was sitting alone in and blew a huge cloud of smoke into it. I was at first a little peeved because the car was non-smoking and I was worried about being blamed for it, and then I further realized that the smoke in question was pot smoke. Despite being from Vansterdam myself, I was a little apprehensive about it all, but fortunately the train soon reached the stop and I was able to leave without incident.
It's funny how things so simple as a different sequence of actions to make a payphone call can be so difficult without really knowing the language. I had to decipher the bits of Dutch that I recognized from english counterparts in order to catch a train and transfer around to Utrecht, and was quite proud of my minor reasoning skills once I'd sorted it out.
For photos and other, more articulate information about the city I refer you to Emma and Avi's blog. Now for some (very) inexpensive port and cheese, purchased at the Friday market in the city square... I think I love this place, is it too soon to say that?
My trip down from Amsterdam was not without excitement. While I was on the final leg of the train trip to Utrecht, a man opened up the door to the compartment I was sitting alone in and blew a huge cloud of smoke into it. I was at first a little peeved because the car was non-smoking and I was worried about being blamed for it, and then I further realized that the smoke in question was pot smoke. Despite being from Vansterdam myself, I was a little apprehensive about it all, but fortunately the train soon reached the stop and I was able to leave without incident.
It's funny how things so simple as a different sequence of actions to make a payphone call can be so difficult without really knowing the language. I had to decipher the bits of Dutch that I recognized from english counterparts in order to catch a train and transfer around to Utrecht, and was quite proud of my minor reasoning skills once I'd sorted it out.
For photos and other, more articulate information about the city I refer you to Emma and Avi's blog. Now for some (very) inexpensive port and cheese, purchased at the Friday market in the city square... I think I love this place, is it too soon to say that?
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