i'm in a tavern in Mepple, Holland and it is good to write in english because maybe the guy right behind me at the bar can't read what i write. then again, probably he can because most people speak some english at least. | |||
yeah so today we tried to buy a car. white volvo stationwagon. seven hundred and fifty gilders, which is like three hundred and twentyfive dollars. but we ran into dutch bureacracy. first you have to go to the post office to buy your car. then they tell helger that he can't buy the car with an american driver's licencse--even though he has a dutch passport. they say we can get "paperwork" from city hall. so we go there. well it turns out that we have to get that paperwork from the city where helger has an address. well, the address we are using is in Zandamm--a whole trainride away. so. he must go back to zandam to "sign in" with the dutch government and then go back to Leuwarden to actually buy the car and so on . . . blah blah | |||
we are thinking about walking it. . . or maybe riding bikes all over europe. its very difficult to write a letter in a tavern. especially on your third beer when you haven't been using english a whole lot anyway.. | |||
i miss being able to talk to people. actually, more than that i miss being able to understand what the hell is going on. ah well. the trials of travel. | |||
however, i am jolly good happy right now. everything is lekker (the dutch word for tasty, great, agreeable). I miss you all and think of my friends and family a whole bunch. Yoou guys are so with me in spirit. i hear your voices in different situations advising me to do this or that. its lovely. | |||
i'm gonna go and see what interesting energy there is in Mepple. love you! Hoolly | |||
ps. lots of queen anne's lace
evverywhere. and forget me nots:) === The woods are always silent until the pied piper plays. | |||
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