Since the Waterloo blog is as much about the trip as the event, this one is going to be a bit of a non sequitur. Now, anybody who knows me, knows that my greatest addiction(besides my family and the Cardinals) is travel. The Engineer and I have been lucky enough to visit quite a few countries, cities, backwaters, farms, pubs and restaurants, and I can say that it never gets old.
Oh, the long flights get old, especially when you’re seated a row in front of the toilets. The lines could be better. But it’s all worth it when we get to see new sights, meet new people, hear new languages and join in good craic(don’t get nervous. Craic is the Irish term for great conversation. nobody does it better than the Irish). And every time I think I know what I’m getting, or I hesitate about going, I’m surprised, and it’s always good.
When Sally Hawkes and I decided to go to canal, and the Hotel Weichman is right at a bridge, which since I’ve been sitting at the open window, the curtains brushing my shoulder and a cool breeze sliding in, I have decided to name whatever the Dutch word is for Hot Guy Span. Holy moly, one after another after another. On bikes, on foot, on boats. I just saw a guy sliding past in a long barge carrying nothing but a bucket of beers. How can you top that? The guy who looks like Matthew McConaughay walking with his girlfriend. Or the guy who looks like a scruffy Channing Tatum on a bike. I keep saying I have to go to the coffee shop down the street, but then another group of gorgeous men come at me over the bridge. It’s enough to make a girl give up exercise.
So already the trip is worth it. And I haven’t even seen Vincent yet. And tonight, when Sally gets here, we’ll go to a little cafe, have dinner, and then leave a bit of Dave in the canal. I think he’d love it here as much as I do. And we haven’t even gone out yet.
So my suggestion to you is, even if it makes you afraid, if you’re uncertain around other cultures and languages and places, try. Dig out of that comfortable rut and sit down at a street side cafe, and ask the guy next to you for directions. Go to a museum and talk about the art. Sit in the little historic hotel lobby and visit with the other guests. You won’t stay strangers long. And you might just be lucky enough to find a room overlooking a canal and Hot Guy Span.