So when I decided to go to Holland for so long, I knew I had to join a gym because normally when I come, I gain about a kilo a week. I generally come for five to six weeks. So there you go. This time, I am staying a minimum of four months, imagine how much weight I would gain if I just did what I normally do! Normally I say 'I am on holidays, I will eat whatever I like and worry about the weight when I get home'. Couldn't do that this time. So joining the gym is pertinent to my health. But it turns out, and this is not news to anyone, exercise is good for your brain too. I have to say that dancing makes me happy, it cheers me up. So having done two Zumba classes in the last two days, I feel pretty perky.
Granted, the Zumba here is pretty tame and lame compared to my awesome Zumba instructors and gym buddies back in Oz, but it's exercise and it's more fun that spending an hour on my mum's Orbitrek. (Which we're selling on ebay soon, anyone interested??)
This morning I rode my bike, too. Not very far, mind you, but it was very enjoyable. The little Dutch girl inside of me went 'weeeeheeeee!" I had to go to the greengrocer who sets up his stall next to the community center every Thursday to buy some veggies (Endive for Andijviestamppot, yum!) But thanks to good old carnaval, he wasn't there, but on holidays. There went my idyllic picture of riding my bike through this tiny town with my scarf flapping behind me, a basket of fresh-off-the-field veggies on the handlebars. So I rode to the general store where mum was stocking the shelves. And then she asked me to pick up a dry-cleaning order she left at home, so I rode home and returned it. All this took perhaps ten minutes. I could really have walked it. But I wanted to ride a bicycle. So I did!
I made coffee here for Mum and walked around the corner and joined her in the shop for our coffee break. It was funny walking down the street with two steaming mugs of coffee, bit tricky opening and closing doors, though. It was much appreciated, since the coffee at the shop it terrible and Mum owns a Nespresso machine. Unfortunately, George Clooney still hasn't shown up to steal the last capsule, but there's still hope. Now there's a man I wouldn't mind moving in with my Mum! Perhaps he could buy the house for us...and we'd live happily ever after!
Spent the rest of the morning trying to sort some of my high school/college stuff out, which took much longer than I had hoped. But once you open one of those boxes it's like opening a can of worms! I was confronted with what a sooky, mopey, depressing teenager I was and how I hard I made my own life by just not seeing how good I had it. It was fun though, seeing pictures and reading letters and diaries from when I was 17. That was a big year for me, changed my life. I owe a lot to the Vrije Hogeschool in Driebergen and the friends I had that year. It was an awesome/terrifying/horrible/beautiful year. That's where I learnt that the only way to make people like you more is by liking yourself, and that if there's something about yourself you don't like, you can change it. Spent a bit of time Googling my old classmates. Gotta love the internet for providing you with some voyeuristic pleasures. Anyway, those few boxes took up most of my day, in the end I felt I hadn't achieved much at all.
Did some shopping this afternoon, I love going to the Albert Heijn supermarket. It is the bomb when it comes to supermarkets. We bought the veggies I couldn't buy this morning. And then we went home to make dinner. Andijviestamppot. Awesome! Made a volcano like I used to as a kid, with the gravy in the middle. Delicious.
And then my second Zumba class. And then shower. And then blog. And now bed. Pray that this time, I will NOT wake up at 5 am. I want to sleep until 8. That is going to be my goal. Good night/good morning.
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