My sophomore year in the fall semester of 2002, I and a gaggle of classmates spent 3 and a half months living out of a castle in the Netherlands. The Castle, owned by my school Emerson College, is located in a little village named Well. Monday through Friday we’d all go to class and then Friday through Sunday we’d travel Europe. It’s hard to describe that period of my life in just a few words.
Here is an entry two days in. I’ll preface this by saying that I was only 19 and had never been much of a party gal. 🙂 Copied here verbatim.
9/8/2002 – 11:50 AM
Color me pink, I went out last night. The local pub (the Vink) is about 2 sec. down the road. Ashley and a few people were going for fried and a beer so I went. Well, I did have fries (the second plate was a lot better because we got ketchup with them) and two – count them – two drinks! I had a medium dark beer (I like it a lot better a) towards the end and b) than American but it still wasn’t great) and an orange Bacardi Breezer (fantastic, I think I like it a little too much). Well, after the second drink I was feeling pretty damn good. But I had a good time. We sat outside with 20 other Emerson kids and talked and laughed. I came home pretty early (11pm) with a guy named Ben who is from Connecticut. Nice, short film major. So, there was my night. It has made me feel a little better about everything but I would still like to be in class (starts tomorrow). I still feel wrong for being inside at noon on a pretty day but I’m here alone. Alone time is good. Truth is, I love sitting here (**inside bay window in bedroom**). I don’t need to be a social butterfly as long as I’m not a recluse either.
I think I may skedaddle and take a walk. It’s a very pretty day. Only if people are at church, everyone will be walking home now. I hear the way some people talk to the townspeople and no wonder everyone hates Americans. I try to be polite but I can’t say anything in Dutch but hello (Hallo) and thank you (Danku).
12:55 PM
I just did the best thing ever. I walked down by the river to a little chapel thingy with a beautiful statue of the Mother Mary. The cemetery was behind it. This is so beautiful. I can’t wait to explore more of it. I’ve found out the old people here really don’t want to bother with us Americans. Nodding works and so does smiling. “Hallo” worked a few times and some people just stared at me. I can’t possibly imagine how they can tell I’m not Dutch! 🙂
That little 45 min. trip gave me so much perspective. I feel good at the moment. Let’s see if that changes by tonight for the mandatory boat cruise. So farewell my fare weathered friend. Latereth.
11:00 PM
Okay, that boat cruise was not fun. And now I have no one to go to lunch with tomorrow. I guess I may either get something in town or rough it and find someone to sit with or I don’t know. Like always, I’m sure it’ll all work out. Ugh. I want a routine SO BAD it hurts. I really want to enjoy myself here. I want to scream!!!! Aaaaaahhhhh!! Okay, I need to just shut up and do what I wanna do. And socialize. Go to things. Crap like that. So, I think we are all going to bed which is really weird having roommates go to bed early. Hmph.
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It’s really embarrassing that a) a beer and a Bacardi Breezer made me almost drunk at that time and b) I was in a beautiful foreign country and only went for a 45 minute walk when I had that entire day to do nothing. Ridiculous. I promise the travel stuff is coming. We didn’t go anywhere that first week. It’s not until we got to Amsterdam that things picked up. But to be fair, nobody told us that spending a semester abroad would be just as much about finding yourself as seeing incredible places. Next entry is your introduction to Pieter, art history extraordinaire and (unfortunately married) soul mate.