<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:11:47.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>248 Smaragdlaan</title><subtitle type='html'>My adventures in Leiden - and beyond.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-6926858388532523998</id><published>2007-02-11T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:37:02.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9xAkstseI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xeMN4Bx9BBM/s1600-h/New+Kids+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030363563461292514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9xAkstseI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xeMN4Bx9BBM/s320/New+Kids+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new semester has begun! And there is definately a new crew to accompany it. I love how first of all we were all so worried that we wouldn't have any friends, what with everyone leaving. I started Feb. thinking ok, I still have Inga and Emily. Turns out there's a lot more people that I'm friends with here than I remember!! Everywhere we turn, it's like, "oh you are in Leiden for the whole year??" It's just great. On top of that, we have a whole group of fresh exchange students, who we've been giving the ultimate introduction to city. On the pic on the left, you can see Inga, and then Morgan and Jenn - two amazing girls from Queen's! So happy that they are here. Morgan is actually in our building, which is so sweet, she's officially a part of the Smarag girls for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The semester started off with a great pub crawl - if you scroll back on this blog all the way to September you can see a repeat of it! On the way home, at about 2:30am, Inga and I passed a random Dutch nightclub that we have never seen before, and decided to check it out. Turns out to the funnest place ever, with us being the only non-Dutch people in it - so we broke it down on the dance floor and didn't care who was watching. Quality night! Saturday night was In Casa International Party, a night of dancing, reconnecting with old friends, and making new ones. Sunday was our day of rest, preparing us for Monday - Odessa night. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9zlkstsfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JIdjGo4R8Pk/s1600-h/New+Kids+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030366398139707890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9zlkstsfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JIdjGo4R8Pk/s320/New+Kids+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought the new kids along, pre-drinking at Emily's new apartment in town, an absolutely gorgeous love-pad, complete with red walls and everything. Odessa was insane - I've never seen so many people packed into such a small bar. With two for one pitchers and cute bartenders - I'm not sure that the night could get any better. Turns out I was wrong - the new people made the night the best it could be, with the British boys and the law students all coming together for some serious beer drinking. Tuesday night was another night of rest, taking us into Wednesday - Einstien and Sus Antegoon time. Checked out the live band at Sus, saw the usual crowd there and introduced the new people to one of the best live music bars in Holland. Headed over to Einstiens, the international spot, and were reintroduced to about a million new people - all the while chilling with the full-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again another night of rest, to prepare ourselves for Friday, our friend Wafa's flatwarming fest. She just got a beautiful place in the middle of Leiden, equipped with a jacuzzi, and wanted to celebrate in style. An absolutely wild night, complete with dance parties and a broken radiator - which flooded the place and ended the night - or at least, for some - so we headed to another friend's apartment, Sam, and chilled there to about 5am. Finally, last night brought about our &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc91XkstsgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kwIlo0us0ks/s1600-h/New+Kids+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030368356644794882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc91XkstsgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kwIlo0us0ks/s320/New+Kids+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first apartment party, complete with appetizers. A really fun interesting mix showed up, with everyone from Inga's law students, to a group of Belgians, to the Queen's girls, to Sean and Luke, our British friends. Probably got to about 25 people or so, an impressive turnout considering the antics of the night before. Lots of compliments on the party, so we are going to have to plan our next one soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know everyone's thinking, ok Nicola, what about school? Well, I'm actually really excited about the new semester! I'm taking a Dutch culture course, which starts this week, complete with fieldtrips and lots of friends. On the English side of things, I am taking Contemporary Lit, Victorian Lit, and Shakespeare. LOTS of reading, but it all looks really good, so I'm not too worried about it. I'm plowing through the 990 page Bleak House by Dickens for next week right now, and I can't wait to do Beckett's Endgame in my Contemp. class. Last semester's marks have come in, and I got an 8, a 9, and a 9.5 in my English classes so I'm super stoked about that. In other news, we had snow here this week! It was really exciting to see it, even though it was pretty wet and didn't really last long. Apparently, and I heard this somewhere before coming here, snowballs are a HUGE part of Dutch culture. When it snows, &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;throws snowballs, at each other, their teachers, their parents, strangers - even the buses get pelted! And no one seems to mind! It's hilarious, we got into a great fight with some 12 year old boys while in town shopping - who were hiding under one of the bridges in order to attack innocent passerbys. Great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming up, I have a wine and cheese party, Odessa, Valentine's Day Ladies Night with my girls, a Belgian Beer and Chocolate Party, and who knows what else. Should be fun! And parents come in a month, which is sooo exciting! I'll try to keep you posted, and hope everyone else is doing well! Shoutout to Kelsey in Australia, you can check out her travel blog at: &lt;a href="http://kelseybaynham.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kelseybaynham.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030371148373537330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc936EstsjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/T_9oHmeaCwg/s320/n81014084_32489265_5073.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-6926858388532523998?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6926858388532523998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=6926858388532523998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/6926858388532523998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/6926858388532523998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-kids-on-block.html' title='New Kids on the Block'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9xAkstseI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xeMN4Bx9BBM/s72-c/New+Kids+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-1910595689269803746</id><published>2007-02-11T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:14:15.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florence and Pisa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9i3UstsYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1JlTlOliDL8/s1600-h/Italy+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030348011384713602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9i3UstsYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1JlTlOliDL8/s320/Italy+430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry it took so long to write about this last leg of the trip, it's been such a busy week with all the new kids, and I've barely had a moment to breathe! Hopefully my memory is still in working order, but with the amount of sleep I've had recently, I can't guarantee anything! After splitting off with Maggie, Emily and I headed into the beautiful Tuscan city of Florence. We stayed in a great hostel, Ostello Archi Rossi - absolutely massive, and all the walls were open to graffiti, so years and years of traveller's messages surrounded us the entire time we were there. One could spend a long time reading them! After checking in, we walked through the city up towards Piazza Michaelangelo - a park on top of a hill with a gorgeous view of the city. Sitting there, in the orange sunset of Tuscany, with gelati in our hands (of course) - I don't think life gets much better. The people watching was great as well - there were everyone from creepy Italians trying to hit on the tourists, to people selling things, to clearly Americans, to "SA's" - new study abroads that one could tell were just getting used to the city. We had a great chuckle about some of them, and wondered what in the world would bring the frat/sorority type to such a city of art and culture (the popular destination for those kids would be Barcelona, or even Rome). After watching the sunset, we walked back through town and admired the bridges at dusk, the river being a glassy calm that reflected all the city lights. We even stumbled across an anti-war protest and parade, a small glimpse of local political activism in a highly tourist area. It was pretty exciting to see such a positive display of peace - Emily was especially enthralled. Dinner at a Lonely Planet recommended restaurant, with some of the best bruschetta in Italy. I think that the key is the rubbing of raw garlic on the bread before putting the tomatoes on, it was sooo delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030355634951664018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9pzEstsZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k5q4177S2yE/s320/Italy+480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day was dedicated to museums. We first checked out David...THE DAVID...who is much more impressive in person than in a photo or even in the numerous replicas throughout the city. It's an absolutely massive statue, and it's no wonder that it is one of the most famous in the world. The detail is amazing, and Emily and I were torn between having massive crushes on this naked man and wanting to run away - he was so real we were worried he would step down of his pedestal and crush us to pieces. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9roEstsaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zco0CpfYGFw/s1600-h/Italy+504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030357644996358562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9roEstsaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zco0CpfYGFw/s320/Italy+504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwords, we hit up the Uffizi, a great gallery with a &lt;em&gt;horrible &lt;/em&gt;layout. I was not impressed with the organization of the rooms, nor the way the art was hung and displayed. My favourite part of the city was actually outside, with the replica of "The Rape of the Sabine Women" (see right) - probably my favourite statue. The movement of it, the composition of three figures, and the agony on their faces gives me the chills. Simply stunning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the museum we wandered back (past another gorgeous sunset) to a little sandwich place that had looked appealing earlier in the day. If you are ever in Florence, PLEASE try and find "The Oil Shop," it's near the university district, filled with english-speaking SA's, and a really friendly English staff. They make sandwiches there that are out of this world - for 4.50 euro you get to pick one kind of meat (I had Tuscan Salami), a cheese (I picked goat), and 5 vegetables (sundried tomatoes, artichokes, onions, peppers, and lettuce), and a spread (pesto!). Unbelievable. The lineup outside the door of the little shop proved that we weren't alone in our adoration of the take-away heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day we decided just to wander, which proved to be both tiring and fun! Walking aimlessly, we ended up at the city gates, and stumbled into a really suburban Italian district, where a football game was going on. Parking ourselves beside a bench of some really cute guys, we spent about half an hour giggling over the antics on the little field. From the little brother who clearly was not going to get a chance to play, but cheered the loudest anyways, to the slick looking greaser talking on his cell and playing at the same time, it was a pretty darn entertaining event. Another beautiful sunset ended our day, and we called it a night, looking forward to flying home in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030360428135166386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9uKEstsbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vcqcS12R8tU/s320/Italy+522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turns out we were not going to get our wish after all. Our flight, which was out of Pisa, had been cancelled, leaving us stranded in Pisa for an entire night. Luckily, I was pretty excited at the idea, because we were not going to have a chance to see the leaning tower - something that I think shouldn't be missed on any trip to Italy. We stayed in a great cheap hotel, right by the tower, and soaked up the sun on the grass underneath it, accompanied by books and pizza. Not such a bad way to spend a forced night, afterall. The tower is not as big as I though it would be, but pretty cool all the same! Apparently it was leaning even as it was being built, the poor architect got something seriously wrong from the very start. Little did he know what an icon it would become! The next day got us home safely, if not a bit tired and excited to get back to Holland. A great trip though, with amazing girls, in a country that I plan on returning to in the near future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see the pictures from Italy, in three albums, check out these links:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077516&amp;l=f0226&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077516&amp;l=f0226&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077517&amp;l=48827&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077517&amp;l=48827&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077518&amp;l=77e3e&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077518&amp;l=77e3e&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9vzkstsdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7FEEHcRlC8k/s1600-h/Italy+548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030362240611365330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="187" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9vzkstsdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7FEEHcRlC8k/s320/Italy+548.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9vmUstscI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FYWIjk83aQs/s1600-h/Italy+549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030362012978098626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9vmUstscI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FYWIjk83aQs/s320/Italy+549.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-1910595689269803746?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1910595689269803746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=1910595689269803746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/1910595689269803746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/1910595689269803746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/florence-and-pisa.html' title='Florence and Pisa!'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/Rc9i3UstsYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1JlTlOliDL8/s72-c/Italy+430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-2560558333681915593</id><published>2007-02-04T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T07:13:12.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcXrdlmKnxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ZYyWpagIDI/s1600-h/Italy+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027683452569952018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcXrdlmKnxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ZYyWpagIDI/s320/Italy+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our next stop on the trip was the infamous city of Venezia...absolutely gorgeous and bloody cold. We froze our way around the city, navigating canals and bridges with our backpacks to find our hostel, which was in a great location in the middle of town. Venice is really something to see, with all the canals, boats and gondolas everywhere! I loved how the water in the canals was the brightest blue I have seen, even though I'm sure they were absolutely filthy. I didn't get crazy over them, however, because being in Holland has really taken the wow factor out of the canal scene. But still a very pretty city, and so old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there, we wandered all around the city, spending a bunch of time in St. Mark's Square, which was really cool but so freezing, with snow flurries in the air! I loved the pigeons, as usual. After that we just decided to poke around in all the tiny streets, which was great, because its such a contained city that it is almost impossible to get lost. When we got too cold, we hit up a coffee shop and devoured our books along with a latte. I loved that we all read so much on this trip, I think I read 5 books total, the best being Nick Hornby's "A Long Way Down." Really recommend it, it's absolutely hilarious! That night, we checked out a bar that we had passed that looked fun, and we turned out to be right - we nestled in a little table in a kind of alcove, and played some great rounds of Kings Cup accompanied by prosecco and red wine in these fabulous great big glasses. Very chill night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027689182056324898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcXwrFmKnyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UxF3OKaUGEE/s320/Italy+409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we decided to check out the Peggy Guggenheim museum, probably one of my favourite collections of art I have seen in Europe so far. Really fun, modern art, in a small building with a great statue garden. I really recommend it, and it was well layed out as well. It's funny, because when we were in Florence, the Uffizi has some great pieces of art but the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcXyyVmKnzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BqAoGgieMZM/s1600-h/Italy+411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027691505633632050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcXyyVmKnzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BqAoGgieMZM/s320/Italy+411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; building itself and the aesthetics of the way the works were hung really turned me off of the museum itself. But the Guggenheim was great, and we saw pieces by Picasso, Dali, and Pollock to name a few. A real refreshing change from the overflow of religious artwork around Europe. I mean, its really moving to see some of the most famous paintings in the world, but theres only so many times, and so many ways, that the adoration of the Magi or the annunciation can be portrayed. They all start to blur after a while. But this gallery was intimate and wonderfully abstract. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, we found a great restaurant called Impronto or something like that, and had my best dinner of the trip. Actually, to tell the truth, we discovered the place at lunch time and liked it so much that we had to come back for more. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcX3wVmKn1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Oog7arXS9KQ/s1600-h/Italy+370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027696968832032594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcX3wVmKn1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Oog7arXS9KQ/s320/Italy+370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Venice is actually really expensive, things like a panini, which would be around 2-3 euro in other Italian cities, was about 5 in Venice. So this was a real find, a cheap restaraunt with a great ambiance...really modern, kind of reminiscent of Cactus Club or something like that. Extensive cocktail list as well; we sipped cosmos and nibbled on bread and oil while waiting for dinner. I had tagliatelle with a yummy garlic tomato sauce, with scampi and zucchini mixed in. Delish! That night, we went to a bar in the area, and met some interesting international kids, accompanied by a lot more wine and a lot more creepy Italian men hitting on us. Why do we attract the over-50 set? But still a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our only mishap happened earlier in the day, at around 5 or 6 in the evening. Two men came into our hostel, and one was obviously out of his mind on drugs and booze and who knows what else. The vacant look in his eyes really scared us. His friend, or whoever the person was, left really quickly, leaving us to deal with this crazy new zealand drunk. The hostel worker was our age, and he seemed really intimidated by the swearing, swerving guy, so I ended up being the one trying to deal with the situation. The guy wouldn't call the police for some stupid reason, but finally agreed to get the manager, because all of us staying there were visably upset by this guy who wouldn't leave. I made sure he didn't bother the poor Japanese girl in our room, who looked positively frightened. At one point, I look over, and he's peeing in our kitchen sink! So gross. So finally the manager arrives, and the guy gets really raged, and smashes a picture frame, getting glass and blood all over the place. The manager kicks him out, but we look out the window and the guy is still there, falling into the pavement and bleeding pretty heavily. The manager was really vague and wouldn't deal with the situation, so I end up leaning out the window and asking someone on the street with a phone to call the police and medics. Finally they arrive, and deal with him, but the whole situation showed how little the country cares for foreigners - they are just seen as someone elses problem. We were a little shook up, but safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027695285204852546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcX2OVmKn0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/695hGpJIBpk/s320/Italy+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venice was great though, but definately not my favourite part of the whole trip. Expensive, and very very very touristy, even in the off season. At this point, we parted ways with Maggie sadly, because she was so much fun! A friend of Emily's, she's studying in Paris so I can't wait to go visit her. Really made the trip the best it could be! On now to our final destinations, Florence and Pisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-2560558333681915593?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2560558333681915593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=2560558333681915593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/2560558333681915593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/2560558333681915593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/venice.html' title='Venice'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcXrdlmKnxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ZYyWpagIDI/s72-c/Italy+369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-8074184862873987749</id><published>2007-02-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:45:00.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinque Terre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTAOVmKnpI/AAAAAAAAACo/2agdKsVjEnA/s1600-h/Italy+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027354436600241810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTAOVmKnpI/AAAAAAAAACo/2agdKsVjEnA/s320/Italy+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well if Rome was sprawling and filled with buildings and monuments, Cinque Terre was its antithesis, with its collection of tiny towns in a gorgeously wild setting. I'd be interested to visit the area in the summer, when it is apparently more touristy, because when we were there I almost always felt like one of the only tourists in the area, a kind of bonus in the form of a relaxing break from all the usual sightseeing. It can be really tiring after a while. Cinque Terre is composed of five towns, and we stayed in Riomaggiore, in a great hostel called La Dolce Vita. I really recommend it to anyone in the area, in fact I really recommend the village itself. Definately the hightlight of the entire trip for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking the wrong train into the area, we finally made it to our hostel. Not like we missed anything though, because it seemed like the entire town's activity of choice is walking, up and down the two-block strip that is the main street. I think someone told us that the population was 900, but it really felt more like about 10, all over the age of 70 or so. Great local scene. Haha...that being said, we had an awesome time. After wandering around and smelling the fabulous ocean scent, we climbed the hillside and got a great view of the harbour and everything. It's just such a stunning spot, nestled in the cliffs with the Med. ocean crashing all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027356309205982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTB7VmKnqI/AAAAAAAAACw/OWF7lWRbHS0/s320/Italy+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had an amazing dinner right beside the photo above, with a view of the ocean and the warmth of a heat lamp (right on the patio). My pasta had "olive caviar" as a sauce, like a tapinade, sooo delicious. But it was the white wine that really got us going. We started with a litre, which came to us in a big pottery jug, which must have been bottomless, because the three of us got a bit more than three glasses each - way more than a litre! When we asked for our second, the waiter kind of gave us a bit of a look, but brought it out. Apparently Italians, while loving their wine, love it in moderation - not exactly North American style. But it was too good for that. This is when the real fun started. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTD4FmKnrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VH3nxrAG8To/s1600-h/Italy+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027358452394663602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTD4FmKnrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VH3nxrAG8To/s320/Italy+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After leaving the restaurant, we were promptly chased down by what looked like the only local Italian our age, Joeri - a gelled hair, puffy jacket, headbanded smooth talker, who was absolutly random and wonderful. He got on his phone, and a couple of his friends appeared out of the woodwork, "truckerhat"(our given name for him), and "Raphael." Joeri was really the only one that spoke English, so we had a great time in his apartment trying to communicate with the other two. The apartment itself was a riot, with wallpaper straight out of the sixties. Champagne appeared from somewhere, and things just got weirder and weirder. Magg and I look over and Joeri is standing behind Emily, just stroking her neck, like she is a cat or something. Seriously hilarious. It was a great night, and we knew we hadn't seen the last of these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027359496071716562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTE01mKntI/AAAAAAAAADI/SZRAldxN9Nc/s320/Italy+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we set out to do "the walk" on Via Dell Amore, a path stretching between all five villages. If Cinque Terre was the highlight of my time in Italy, this day was definately the highlight of our time in Cinque Terre! We walked first from Riomaggiore to Manarola, about 20 minutes on a paved path along the cliff face. Really cool graffiti all the way along, even on the cactuses and other plants! The path was closed from Manarola to Corniglia, so we took the 3 minute train ride, and then hiked from Corniglia to Vernazza. The hike was really that, all through vineyards and forest and cliff - mud, rock, and wild cats all the way along. The views of the ocean were incredible, and the walk itself felt great, at about an hour and a half long. It was so fun to discover each village, all unique in their own way, and all absolutely deserted! At some points, it felt like we had entered a ghost town. I can't explain how gorgeous the scenery was though, if I was older and wanted a place to retire and just be in peace, this is defintely where I would retreat to. Finally, we ended up taking the train from Vernazza to Monterosso, the last and biggest village, due to our tired feet and the waning sunlight. A great day, with unbelievable scenery that I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027361707979874018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTG1lmKnuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_Zg9THk03FQ/s320/Italy+306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTHkVmKnvI/AAAAAAAAADY/0n2Lrdb_GgQ/s1600-h/Italy+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027362511138758386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTHkVmKnvI/AAAAAAAAADY/0n2Lrdb_GgQ/s320/Italy+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, we had a great time with the local boys again...this time there was about seven or eight of them and we huddled outside under an overhang in the rain, and tried to communicate pretty much unsuccessfully. It was great though, because if we spoke fast they would have no idea what we were saying...so I'm sure we talked about them as much as they did about us. Pretty amusing. The next day, our last in the area, we took the train to see Portofino, the supposed "haunt of the glamour set" (according to Lonely Planet). Well I'm guessing that people normally haunt it glamourously in the summer, because all the tiny town consisted of was a bunch of designer stores all shut for the winter. It was pretty weird to walk through Hermes, Gucci, and Prada in probably the smallest town in Italy, but still pretty cool. The hillside had tons of villas that looked really expensive, so something must have had something to do with the rich aspect of the area. The best was the busride there though, where we hung on for dear life along a road that only had room for one car, let along a big bus. Add the fact that it was along a cliff face, and you can see why we were terrified. A dinner of pesto, mozzerella, tomatoes, bread and wine, and we were ready to take off to our next destination, Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027364602787831554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTJeFmKnwI/AAAAAAAAADg/wEIB3ztCrs0/s320/Italy+350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-8074184862873987749?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8074184862873987749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=8074184862873987749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/8074184862873987749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/8074184862873987749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/cinque-terre.html' title='Cinque Terre'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcTAOVmKnpI/AAAAAAAAACo/2agdKsVjEnA/s72-c/Italy+305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-4725675824736514007</id><published>2007-02-03T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:00:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcS3Y1mKnlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jUzKOZITbck/s1600-h/Italy+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027344721384218194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcS3Y1mKnlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jUzKOZITbck/s320/Italy+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, another adventure done and gone. My tour through Italy was a two-week long event, starting in Rome, then Cinque Terre, Venice, Florence, and Pisa. I decided to break the blog up by city, just so people who get bored fast can quit whenever they want...plus there will be more pictures! I've gotta say, I broke some records with my camera on this one...something like 540 photos taken. But that's really a testement to how beautiful Italy is, and how much I enjoyed myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I arrived in Rome, after a nice ten hour day of travelling due to the fact I flew with Ryanair, a cheap airline that likes to fly into random airports that involve a lot of extra travel time in order to get into the city you actually want to go to. But the hostel was easy to find, and after dodging a couple "ciao bella...where you frommm?" 's I made it safely into the hostel. I found out that Emily and Maggie, the girls I was travelling with, wouldn't be arriving til the next day, due to a cancelled flight, and so I did as I usually do, buddied up with all the people in the hostel and headed out the bar with them. Great crowd, had a bunch of fun, and the next day I went to see the colosseum with an aussie girl that I had met. I couldn't believe the size of everything! Rome is built on such a huge scale, and the remains atop the Palatine Hill were just as impressive as the colosseum itself. I loved the way huge old ruins mingled with newer buildings and beautiful parks around the city, it really gave it a larger than life feel. I can't imagine what it looked like back in the day, when all these ruins were actually buildings! The emporers really knew how to impress, I'll tell you that. The weather was warm and sunny, and the whole day just felt slightly surreal, as if I was touring a movie set. It really made me remember how lucky I am to be able to enjoy these amazing sights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027348196012760674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcS6jFmKnmI/AAAAAAAAACE/_DrBVAOlidQ/s320/Italy+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Maggie and Emily arrived at the hostel and we hit the town...ie we "caio-ed" down on gelato in front of the Trevi Fountain. One of the best spots in Rome for people watching, along with being a gorgeous fountain, this was probably the monument that we saw the most of during the couple of days that we were in Rome. We had some drinks at the hostel bar...and a couple of glasses of vino later we called it a day. The next morning we decided that rather than see anything special, we would just wander around the city. I love that Rome is so full of monuments and beautiful plazas that no matter where we went, we always ended up somewhere. We saw the monument of Vittorio Emanuele, the Pantheon (accompanied by GREAT pizza), Piazza Navona, the Vatican, the Spanish Steps, and the Colosseum again. Really great day, most of it was spent making fun of the gypsies trying to sell you stupid toys, and sunglasses, and dodging italian men. Highlight definately being when one actually tried to grab Maggie's head...seriously, if anyone tried to pick up a girl in Canada Italian-style, they would probably get a restraining order! That night we met up with Emily's friends Rachel and Miriam, had some great pasta and checked out the scene at Campo Dei Fiori, which was absolutely hilarious, apparently the place for American SA's (study abroads) to get together and get drunk. It was cringe-worthy for sure. Very un-italian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcS-K1mKnnI/AAAAAAAAACM/s9ajjrMCYQI/s1600-h/Italy+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027352177447444082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcS-K1mKnnI/AAAAAAAAACM/s9ajjrMCYQI/s320/Italy+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day Three involved a trip by me to the Vatican, without Maggie and Emily, who had seen it before on a previous trip. St. Peter's Basilica was definately the highlight, probably the most ornate and grand church I've seen in Europe, and trust me, I've seen a whole lot of churches by this point. The Vatican itself is a pretty big spectacle, worthy of the fame that it has surrounding it. Didn't see the Pope out in his Popemobile though, unfortunately, which would've put the day up into the record books. All in all though, Rome was a really beautiful city, and definately liveable, in my mind. I loved the mix of old and new, and the colours and architecture were absolutely stunning. On to Cinque Terre next, a complete 180 from Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-4725675824736514007?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4725675824736514007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=4725675824736514007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/4725675824736514007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/4725675824736514007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/rome.html' title='Rome'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RcS3Y1mKnlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jUzKOZITbck/s72-c/Italy+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-9021423108471117</id><published>2007-01-06T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T05:10:17.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in England</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-YfNqPX4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsZENPptkQ8/s1600-h/England!+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016896171924217730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-YfNqPX4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsZENPptkQ8/s320/England!+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's time to post again after another amazing holiday in Europe. This time, I travelled with my roommate, Inga, to Blackpool, England. We stayed with her boyfriend, Raymond, who is studying and working at a nightclub there. The trip was much needed, as Matt had just left the day before, ending our four month-long relationship, which was getting pretty serious right before the end. It was really hard to to see him go, but we will always have our memories of a great semester in a foreign country, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. He will always be a close friend of mine, and I really hope that we don't loose touch. Definately made my transition to living in a foreign country much easier! Of course, it was hard to see everyone else go home as well. We only have a couple friends staying for the year, so this semester is going to be much different - but exciting! With all the stress of school combined with saying goodbye to everyone that I love, this trip to England provided a great way to just relax and let everything go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving in Blackpool on the 24th, airports were empty and everyone was rushing to get home for Christmas Eve. Blackpool itself is pretty small, and very tacky! A vacation spot in the summer, the lights and rides of Pleasure beach seem lonely and abandoned in the winter. But the night clubs stay alive!! After settling into Raymond's apartment (I got my own room, with a double bed and a flat screen TV - can you say luxury!), we headed out to the club that he works at, Sanuk. A pretty big place, Sanuk really was super fun - and seeing as we knew the staff, we got VIP treatment all night (half price drinks, access to the VIP lounge, skipped the line, etc). So that was pretty nice. I realised how much of a city girl I really am, because I totally missed the dance-the-night away, wear your heels atmosphere that you just can't find in Leiden. Definately a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-T7tqPX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5mgbpflr7xM/s1600-h/England!+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016891163992350546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-T7tqPX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5mgbpflr7xM/s320/England!+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, Christmas, we said Merry Christmas and started to get ready. My date arrived, Albert, a really fun South African who also works at Sanuk. Rushing to get our hair done, we were out the door by around 1, and picked up by our host, the owner of Sanuk. Also the owner of approximately 60 nightclubs around the world, and the massive production company Ministry of Sound, Peter was a super humble and interesting guy, with a gorgeous family. We arrived in Churchtown, a tiny little British town in the country, and saw his beautiful home, renovated from its 300 year old state. Dinner wasn't ready, so of course we were taken to the pub, with Grandpa in tow. Had a pint of Strongbow, chatted with all the neighbours that were in the bar, and were treated just as though we lived there. Then came dinner. There were 10 of us, Peter and his wife, Inga and Raymond, Albert and I, Peter's wife's mum, dad and brother, and little William, Peter's adorable son. We were treated to an amazing Christmas dinner, complete with some British additions like Yorkshire pudding and little sausages wrapped in bacon. And triffle for dessert! Granny Menzies would have been proud. At about six, completely full, and a little tipsy, we took our leave - and moved on to Christmas dinner number two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016893740972728162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-WRtqPX2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EhcDwoP7CXA/s320/England!+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raymond has a lot of Latvian friends in the area, so we were invited to go over to a couple's house for some more Christmas celebrations. The wife was Latvian, and the husband Italian, and so of course their two daughters were absolutely stunning. Completely different than Peter's house, this was a really informal gathering; we sipped on Jack Daniels and played with the little girls for most of the night. When Inga mentioned that she had never tried mussles, the husband, Toto, who owns a restaurant, headed in the kitched and proceeded to whip up a huge amount of Italian food - the highlight being mussles cooked in red wine, garlic, and tomatoes. Absolutely delicious - especially at 10 at night! I'm not sure how we found room in our stomach, but somehow we managed, and did pretty well. Calling it a night around 11, I would say that while not exactly a traditional Christmas, it was one of my best - and the first one without my family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-YHdqPX3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CbdV0gUd5T4/s1600-h/England!+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016895763902324594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-YHdqPX3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CbdV0gUd5T4/s320/England!+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next night, we checked out a club called Syndicate, which boasts of being the biggest in England with a capacity of 6,000. So much fun - a production company called Gatecrashers was playing, and their DJ's and special effects were amazing. A highlight was definately the rotating dancefloor, in the shape of a record! I had enough redbulls to keep me going all night long, but Inga wasn't as big of a fan of the music as the rest of us (think euro techno to the max), and so we called it a night pretty early. Still an absolutely awesome night though, just to see the crazy outfits and dancers in this massive nightclub.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day was, of course, time to shop. We headed into Manchester with Raymond's friend Alex driving, on the wrong side of course! A real roadtrip, with techno blasting the whole way, so much fun even if I feared for my life a little. Haha...we went to a new mall, which was honestly the biggest mall I have ever seen in my entire life. It had different themed areas, like China Town and New Orleans, as if it was Disneyland. Absolutely ridiculous. Loved it though, even if the shops were a mess and the girls were crazy. They take boxing week pretty seriously in England apparently. Got some nice dresses at Mango - love that store, and sunglasses from Aldo. While having a pint in the pub, Albert started trying to convince me to stay the night in Manchester and go to a party that his DJ friend had invited him to. I'm sitting there, thinking ok, what would Mum say to this? Go to Manchester (a 1 1/2 hour train ride from Blackpool), with a guy I just met a couple days ago, to and underground all-night party, with no cell phone or any way to communicate with Inga and Raymond? I was leaning a lot towards no, especially with Inga and Raymond getting pretty worried, but then I thought, hey, I'm 20, in Europe, and I'm only gonna have these opportunities once. Might as well go for it. Funny thing too, after telling Mum about it later, she said, "I'm so glad you did!" I guess my conscience was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-avNqPX5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qdd0f8rXwRY/s1600-h/England!+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016898645825380242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-avNqPX5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qdd0f8rXwRY/s320/England!+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm sooo glad as well. Turns out it was probably the funnest night of the whole trip! We met up with Albert's friend, a guy who he had worked with teaching English in Thailand - a really cool guy working as a DJ in Manchester. Turns out this party only happens once a year, and consisted of 18 DJ's in four rooms going all night long, in between two clubs. After the obligatory pint in a pub beforehand, we get ready to dance. And did we ever! Shook a leg all night long, literally, until the place closed at 6am. Amazing music, real drum and bass and DJ's that interacted with the crowd, rather than just putting on record after record. I absolutely loved it. At one point, the part of the wall literally came down in one room, there were bricks and plaster everywhere! It took us till about 7 just to get back to his friend's place, we had a bit of an adventure taking the longest route possible, and then missing our bus stop and having to hoof it back for another 20 minutes. Insane night. Albert was great company, and has had the most interesting life, living all around the world, so it was fun getting to know him too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day was Inga's nameday, which is like a birthday, but there is a day each year that certain names get to celebrate. So we decided to go out to the Italian's restuarant for dinner, which was both delicious and fun. He really treated us well, and made everything from calamari to ravioli with amazing results. The waiter loved us, and even asked to take a picture "only with the brunette." Hilarious. The next day we went out again as well, to see "The Holiday," which was really cute and very chick-flicky - probably funnier because of the mulled wine we consumed before going to the theater. We also went to check out Albert playing rugby, and hung out in the rugby club for most of it, due to the freezing rain and mud on the feild. Still fun of course.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016901557813206946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-dYtqPX6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/o2rQ_pOKaHI/s320/England!+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally it was new years eve. It was kind of hard to decide what to do, because Raymond had actually been fired from the club earlier in the week, for giving someone too many shots in one glass, but then rehired on the condition that he wouldn't get to work new years. So Sanuk was out of the question for all of us, but he planned to go to a Latvian party. I let them know that it would be kinda hard for me to do that, because no one would be speaking English the whole night, making it kinda hard for me. I was prepared to go to Sanuk alone - I knew some of the people working there - and have Inga meet me there later, but then she decided to come with me early, and we would go to the party after midnight. So we went to the club, and I had an awesome time in the R and B hall where Albert was working - and we got free entrance which was sweet as well. After trying to call Raymond for ever, we decided to just go to the house and call him from there, just in case we taxied to the Latvians and he wasn't even there. Turns out he was back at the apartment, and had passed out before new years! I'm not sure if Inga and Raymond would have called it a sucess, but I sure did, along with the rest of the trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all in all? A great way to take my mind off of everthing else that was going on. If you want to see the whole photo album, the link is: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2066273&amp;l=2bd78&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2066273&amp;l=2bd78&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt; - enjoy! Now I have to study for three exams, and then I head to Italy for two weeks! Wish me luck! Merry Christmas everyone, and Happy New Years! I miss you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016903713886789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-fWNqPX7I/AAAAAAAAABE/80dVTo1WJpA/s320/England!+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-9021423108471117?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/9021423108471117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=9021423108471117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/9021423108471117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/9021423108471117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-in-england.html' title='Christmas in England'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfjJSrpi7Og/RZ-YfNqPX4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsZENPptkQ8/s72-c/England!+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-116419287540334879</id><published>2006-11-22T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:54:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlinnnn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Berlin%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Berlin%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from a 5 night trip to Berlin, with Evan, Danielle, Joe and his sister, Jean. It was friggen unbelievable. I loved the city, loved the history, and loved having fun with some of my favourite friends. Berlin is absolutely massive, apparently it is something like 9 times the size of Paris...or maybe 3 - I forget. But that's still really big. So whatever. Our hostel was in East Berlin, the cool side - more for it's history, from what I saw of West Berlin it was all new buildings, high rises and super futuristic looking architecture. Complete generalizations of course. The hostel was called Baxpax - totally recommend it, for it was super clean, modern, and cheap! 13 euros a night baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Berlin%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The first night we got there was pretty low key, some cheap beers, then to bed. The next morning, Thursday, we joined in on a free tour, held by a tour company "NewBerlin." So worth it. The guides work for tips, so it was really great quality - about 4 hours long and covered tons of interesting points within the area. I think it was worth it for the guide too, cuz he made at least 50 euros from that one tour - and if he does two a day, hes making some nice cash. Things that we saw: Hitler's bunker, the Holocaust Memorial, Brandenburg Gate, the Berlin Wall, Checkpoint Charlie, the square where the Nazi book burnings took place, Museum Island and more. All really interesting, and great stories to go along with everything. Luckily, that was the only day of sun - and it was actually warm out! There were points where I could've been in a t-shirt. Amazing. We had some Indian food for dinner, delicious but crazy filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Berlin%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Berlin%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At near food-coma status, we continued onto a pubcrawl, held by the same company. Pub crawl was interesting. Started with a free keg for an hour, getting everything started, and the first bar was small, but cute. We then moved on to a bigger one, with great art on the wall and 1 euro Jager shots - yum! There was also this thing that shot out flames once and while, pretty sweet. In between bars we were given shot after shot of orange juice and vodka, in the middle of the street. You know you're in Europe when...hahaha. The next bar was pretty sweet, and it gave us a chance to relax and check out the mad mullets, tight euro outfits and completely drunk Canadians on our crawl. Hot. The third one was a communist-themed bar, which was super cool, just for the memorabilia on the walls. Finally, we were taken by subway to this super lame club, which was kinda sucky because we had to come back by cab, for at this time the trains stopped running. Fun night though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Berlin%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Berlin%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, everyone was feeling the effects of the night before. So it was a pretty lazy day, with a little falafel and sleep to get our energy back. We went to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner, which was super yummy, and were treated by Joe's parents, what a nice surprise! I loooved getting ice in my drink, haha, they never use ice in Holland! I totally miss it. Saturday left us pretty eager to get out and enjoy things, and I would say we really made the most of it. We checked out the Holocaust memorial museum, the Stasi museum, and the Pergamon - one of my favourite museums in all of Europe. It was incredible. A museum built around the recreations it held, the highlights being the Great Alter of Pergamon, life size, inside, and the Gate of Istar, one of the original seven wonders of the world. I loved the sculptures as well, my favourites being Aphrodite and the Turtle, and one of an Amazon woman, with three little drops of blood on her side signifying her upcoming demise. Thank god for the audio guides, because I never would have noticed these on my own. We also got to check out a great market outside the museums, with lots of war memorabilia and that kind of stuff. Later on, we climbed to the top of the parliament building, which was cool but not worth the two hour wait to get up there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Berlin%20122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Danielle left on Sunday, so Joe and Jean and I went on a tour to see the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp. It was very depressing, but definately worth doing, for I feel that if given the opportunity to experience history in such an intimate manner, one should take it. It is really important to me to make the most of these opportunities, and seeing a concentration camp is just as relevant to my personal growth this year as seeing the Eiffel Tower. Europe has such a rich past, filled with both triumph and pain - and I feel like I am getting the chance to see everything that I've learned in my life right before my eyes, which is amazing. The camp itself was very eye-opening, and the places that affected me the most were the barracks, and what was left of the crematorium. I still haven't really come to terms with what I saw, for it feels pretty surreal, as the experience of the camp prisoners is so removed from my experience of the world. Still, I would definately recommend seeing it to anyone, and the tour was handled with grace and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, we decided to go see Borat. I know, can you believe it?? Haha, not exactly the best combination, especially because of the type of humour in Borat - I won't try to explain it, but if you know what I am talking about, then you will understand that Germany is not the best country to see it. Still, it was absolutely hilarious, and we got to be in the &lt;em&gt;nicest &lt;/em&gt;theater I think I have ever been in. Assigned seating! So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Berlin%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Berlin%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, back to Holland in the morning - with a great quick flight, one of my best travelling experiences. It was a great trip on all accounts, and I honestly don't think I've ever laughed so much as I did in those 4 days. Wow - it's going to be so hard to leave these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the pictures from the trip, here is a link of the best ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2059057&amp;l=4fb98&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2059057&amp;l=4fb98&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also edited all my other blogs with links to albums, for those of you that don't have facebook and want to enjoy my travels with more visuals! More updates coming soon, it's almost American Thanksgiving! Holla! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-116419287540334879?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/116419287540334879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=116419287540334879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/116419287540334879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/116419287540334879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/11/berlinnnn.html' title='Berlinnnn!'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-116203741238960776</id><published>2006-10-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:02:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Spain%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Spain%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realise that I've been kind of slack on the updating lately, sorry about that, it's really a busy time for me (combined with the fact that I'm just slightly lazy). On the weekend of the 14th, I went to Maastricht, a Dutch town in lower Holland to visit some friends. I'm not going to do a whole entry on it, because it would basically read like many of my other ones - some drinking, some shopping, some sightseeing - and tons of fun - another "best weekend ever"! But I had a great time and I love seeing people that aren't in Leiden, we really miss them when we don't get to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Leiden for a couple days, and then off to Spain with Matt and Kristin, from the 19th to the 25th! What an amazing place. Since we were there for six days, I could probably write paragraphs on it, but instead I'll try to focus on the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long trip with many redirections and transfers, we ended up in Barcelona. The travelling was long, but the destination was worth it - Barcelona is a gorgeous city with a ton of stuff happening all hours of the day. Matt forgot the hostel information, so it took a little time trying to figure out where our place was (or what it was even called...haha) but we finally found it. Ramblas home was a great hostel, in a really posh district short walking distance from the main touristy area, Las Ramblas. It was basically someones apartment, renovated into a hostel, with a great big common room with couches, free internet, tea and coffee, and breakfast at a restaurant downstairs. I would totally recommend it to anyone going to Barcelona, although there appeared to be a ton of awesome places to stay all around that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Spain%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night, we walked down the main strip and just enjoyed the scene. We watched an amazing girl create paintings in 5 minutes, using only spray paint, newspaper to spread the paint around with, and sponges. No brushes - and they turned out amazing. She drew a huge crowd, and we got sucked into buying six paintings between the three of us - more for the memory of the experience over anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Spain%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Spain%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we wandered around the whole city - highlight of the day being the market - which was huge and exciting - tons of fresh fruit (we got juices), seafood so fresh that it was still moving (seriously. a shrip jumped at me) and crazy meats like pigs heads and snouts - eyeballs still there (gross!). The market was probably one of my favourite parts of the city. After that, we signed up for a Spanish Cooking Class at a place called the "Travel Bar" - a great meeting point for English-speaking travellers with yummy sangria and cheap food. So that night, for 15 euros, we joined a group of about 15 and were escorted to this cute little spanish restuarant to start the lesson. It ended up being such a fun thing to do, we started with a kind of tapas - bread rubbed with garlic, tomato, and olive oil, then everyone helped out making a giant paella. Some stirred, some cut veggies, some just took it all in- but basically it ended up being the yummiest dinner EVER. Add to the food the fact that everyone had to make a pitcher of sangria by the end of the night and we &lt;em&gt;definately &lt;/em&gt;got our money's worth! YUM - we are basically the sangria masters now - actually had a giant pot of it in my room the other night. After the class we joined up with two aussies and did some wandering and bar hopping - pretty great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Spain%20033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we checked out the Picasso museum, which was another awesome thing to see. It was organized chronologically, entirely Picasso - basically a really cool way to see the evolution of his style from beautifully realistic to revolutionarily abstract. It was crazy to see some of the stuff he did between the ages of 8 and 15 - made me wonder what I've been doing with my life!! We kept walking down to the beach - heavenly - and had a siesta in the sunshine. My only regret - not going swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Spain%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Spain%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night, we hopped on a night train down to Cordoba, to visit Matt's friend Ali, who is studying there. It really wasn't as bad as it seems, I slept basically the whole way, and we saved two nights of hostel costs (we took a night train back as well). Cordoba was absolutely beautiful, and totally different than Barcelona. We were there for Sunday and Monday - training home Monday night. We checked out the main tourist attraction, the Mezquita, which is both a mosque and a Christian chapel. Huge - and really breathtaking. Other highlights - shopping, watching Barcelona vs. Real Madrid football game in a local bar, coffee and chocolate waffles in the morning, drinking tea in a middle eastern tea house, and just hanging out with Ali - who was sooo nice and fun. Shes coming to visit soon, so I'm definately looking forward to that. Cordoba reminded me of the Spanish version of Leiden, and it was cool to just relax in an authentic Spanish town, minus all the touristy stuff of Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled in Barcelona on Tues, and flew home on Wed, a perfect end to a great trip. We surprised ourselves by being really excited to return home to Smaragdlaan, and to Inga and Emily and everyone else. I missed my bed - travelling is exhausting in many ways, especially this kind of travelling (ie not staying in a nice hotel with my parents). So to sum up - tons of fun, I loved Spain, but also totally nice to be home. The people made it once again, I had a great time with Matt and Kristin - and its really trips like these that bring everyone even closer together. I'm really going to miss everyone when they leave at Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Spain%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link to Pictures: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2051392&amp;l=ecede&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2051392&amp;l=ecede&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-116203741238960776?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/116203741238960776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=116203741238960776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/116203741238960776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/116203741238960776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/10/spain.html' title='Spain!'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-116057111571881492</id><published>2006-10-11T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:01:15.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuit Blanche (the blog to end all blogs...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Paris%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Paris%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneously, as with all things I do in Holland, I decided to go to Paris for "Nuit Blanche" last weekend. Along with Evan and his girlfriend Danielle - the two on the left of the photo - their friend Mark - in the middle - Matt and I were happy to join what would be an unforgettable experience. So much happened that it is hard to put it all down, but I will do my best, and as the reader you must try to fill in the gaps with as much romance, excitement and happiness that I felt at every moment in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started in Utrecht, Holland, where Matt and I took the train to join up with Evan on Friday night. After some beer pong to get the weekend started, we got on the bus at 10:30pm, and picked up the other two a little later on down in Einhoven. According to our plan, we slept on the bus (some tried - I was successful) all the way to Paris (7 and a half hours of sleep or so). Arrived in Paris at 6am, took the metro to the Opera and entered Paris in the dark, to the lights of the city. We found a coffee shop, got croissants and coffee and Matt and I played another epic game of scrabble (travel scrabble was a birthday gift...). At 8am, with the sun finally rising, we walked through the opera district to the park in front of the Louvre - a gorgeous park with a really fun playground that Danielle and I enjoyed. After a nice reststop in the park, accompanyed by some rodeos (the cheap dutch version of redbull), we decided to do some sightseeing in the morning, then nap and rest up for the night ahead in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking over to the Notre Dame, we stopped in the district around there for paninis and crepes - yummy and cheap. Fed pidgeons outside the cathedral, which was super fun, then enjoyed the beauty of the stained glass windows and other sights inside. After that, we took the metro over to the Catacombs, a group of underground tunnels that we walked through - 1.7km. If I got the story right, apparently Paris had a problem with too many bodies crowding the sewers and such - lack of cemetary space - and so the remains of millions were placed in these underground tunnels, once quarries (I think). 1.3 million human remains - some as old as 1,000 years - are stacked in these tunnels, which we walked through. A never-ending, extraordinarily disturbing experience that left the boys intruiged, and Danielle and I shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Catacombs, we returned to the park to get some nap time in, on benches and such. I found a nice reclining chair, sat in the sun, and read a book for class - which was quite successful. After everyone woke up, around 5ish, we went out for dinner - three courses for 10 euro. We all tried escargot! It was cheap, fun, and reasonably authentic. Apres, we went to the Louvre, which we had earlier discovered was open from 7 to 12, free of charge. I guess I haven't really explained Nuit Blanche yet. It's a once a year, cultural event from 7pm to 7am, with art exhibitions, museums and such going on all night. Literally, it means that Paris does not sleep. So our goal was to make it through the night - with lots of caffiene to help us out. So we got into the Louvre, which was crowded, but not overly - and the next three hours I will never forget. Matt and I lost everyone pretty quickly, but we did a huge exploration of our own - from the infamous Mona Lisa to the ancient Egyptian artifacts to the Greek statues - it was to die for. Add to that the fact that we had many rooms all to ourselves, in the dark - with the lights of the palace courtyards coming through the windows, and it was enough my make my heart stop. Amazing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Paris%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with everyone at 10pm, and walked over to the obliesk - the great big square with the wonderfully phallic statue, along with fountains etc. For Nuit Blanche, everything was lit up in blue lights - which was stunning on its own. Time for more caffiene, so we settled down to a 6 euro coffee (discovered after the fact, unfortunately) and another round of scrabble. By this point our feet were pretty much dying, but the night was far from over. Rested, we walked up the Champs-Elysees towards the Arc De Triumph, a street which, at 12am, was still wall to wall people. Louis Vuitton was lit up in blue as well, pretty cool to see. We decided to walk down to the Eiffel Tower, and from there we got crepes and caught the Batobus, a 6 euro boat tour that was running all night as well. Got on the boat at 3am, and road it till about 4 - which was awesome, both for the relaxation of it and for the sights of a city filled with life - even at this hour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 4:45ish we checked out an exhibit in the Petit Palais - a gorgeous classical art gallery, in the style of the Louvre, in which the artist had exchanged the lights for those of a lower frequency, thereby creating at flickering, strobe light effect in all the rooms. Combined with some techno from my Ipod, it was extremely trippy. We killed some time there, mainly because not much else was going on at that time of night, plus it was extremely cold out and no one really wanted to leave. Another game of scrabble was attempted. It was halarious, because we were all reasonably delerious with tiredness and caffiene and we simply wanted to crash, but we had to kinda stay on our toes in order not to get kicked out by the 20 security guards wandering around (I swear to god, more guards than people...don't know why...). Finally, at 6, we felt it was time to go and we metroed to a train station for more coffee (what a surprise) and a croissant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As agreed, one of our big goals was to see the Eiffel Tower at sunrise. Making it there right on time - we were greeted by wonderful pinks, purples and blues underneath one of the most famous monuments on the Earth. I couldn't help but think how extraordinarily lucky I am to be able to experience something like this - once in a lifetime for sure. Saying our goodbyes (M and D were on another bus), E and M and I booked it to the bus, making it with 1 minute (seriously.) to spare. Thank god Matt's a runner. 9am departure, and I slept again for almost the entire bus ride. We arrived back in Leiden completely exhausted and dirty, but happy - and had the best sleep of our lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some final thoughts: Looking back, I am so happy to have such great friends that will do something like this with me, and we all got along so well. Everyone was so easy going, and so happy to just be in the moment, that it really made the trip the best it could be. I am also grateful that I don't have to do that every weekend, because no sleep and the same clothes from Friday to Sunday is not always the most enjoyable feeling. Compared to my visit to Paris when I was 14, this was much better, and I have a new appreciation for the city - perhaps because I am older and not as moved by the cultural differences as I once was. Finally, it was awesome to get to speak French! I think that Matt and I did pretty well for ourselves, and I really do miss being able to travel somewhere with another language that I understand (Dutch is still really hard for me). To conclude - great trip, and congratulations to everyone who made it to the end of this post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Paris%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Paris%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link to Pictures:  &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2047299&amp;l=4e458&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2047299&amp;l=4e458&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-116057111571881492?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/116057111571881492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=116057111571881492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/116057111571881492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/116057111571881492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/10/nuit-blanche-blog-to-end-all-blogs.html' title='Nuit Blanche (the blog to end all blogs...)'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115986093849317415</id><published>2006-10-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:00:27.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend to go down in history..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/DSC00108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all start? I think somewhere around Friday night, when the wonderful Tom Love from Queens arrived on the scene. After an...interesting...trip over to Holland (Tom's flight was to Dusseldorf, Germany - which he accidentely thought was in the Netherlands), he finally made it. A couple people came up to our room, and it ended up being an amazing night, filled with random drinking games (like telephone pictionary - look it up, its amazing) and Mafia. Small, under control, and a good time. Saturday night was determined to challenge that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get to Sat night, we have to give a little credit to Sat day. As it is market day, we went and checked out the great market - which was absolutely packed with people! On Tuesday, it is the celebration of Leiden's Ontzet, which looks back to the lifting of the Spanish Siege of the city in 1572. Apparently this is HUGE, because thousands of people come out every year for the carnival-like celebration. Market was pretty sweet, we got some great olives and sundried tomatos and such at a stand, and munched on fresh stroopwaffles. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on to Sat night. The rest of the day was a blur of getting ready, getting wine, and getting clean. We went down to Em's room for some real Mexican food (supplies brought to her by her mum from California), which was the best Mexican food I've had in a long time (no joke). Emily's friend Lily is here as well - whom I love, so that is really fun as well. Then we went off to our respective rooms to beautify ourselves - !! - and then the party was ready to start. A lot of Utrecht UC kids came out, which was amazing, like Evan, Joe, and Evan's girlfriend Danielle, whom I met for the first time. I absolutely love these people. Sooooo much fun, pretty much made the night complete. There was also a huge group of UC kids from Leiden, along with random friends and a couple people I've definately never seen before in my life. Let's just say our little pad was packed. The night included lots of wine (any surprise there?), great appetizers, some beautiful looking people (semi-formal dress code), and a friggen amazing playlist by Matt. Went on till the wee hours, no one had a bad time, and I'm sure some people had a better time than imagined possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Woke up with probably the worst headache in the history of headaches, was greated by several people whom I had no idea were in my room, and ran down for a great/halarious wake up of the rest of Smaragdlaan, wrapped in a blanket. Honestly, it was the funniest morning after I've ever had. A bunch of people came up to chill in 248, and the boys made us scrambled eggs and chicken (sounds gross, was good). I was still nursing my head, but Tom was super down for going to Amsterdam, so by 1pm I sucked it up, and along with Inga, we headed to the train station. After some frites and a fanta, I was good to go, plus the train ticket to the 'dam was 2 euros (a promotion this week and next)! Sweeet. We checked out the Anne Frank house, which was pretty surreal, to walk through the actual secret annex in which she wrote her diary. Definately worth it. After that, we just strolled around and checked out the sights, then called it a day. Successful - Tom loved it. That night was just super chill, we watched some movies with everyone and recovered. For Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Now the Ontzet has begun. After a sleep in and some present opening by Matt (it was his birthday) we settled down to an amazinngggg pasta meal cooked by the birthday man himself. After some wine time, we made it into Leiden at about 5, and started the festivities. Oh my goodness. Leiden was absolutely insane. Wall-to-wall people, whole city closed off to cars, a crazy carnival with rides, tents, games, and stand after stand selling 2 euro heinekens. Whoot! Haha...the boys bought some 5 euro watches, American pride t-shirts...ooh and Matt got his hands on some amazing Bass Fish iron on t-shirt transfers, so I totally forsee a bass night in the near future. Pheobe, a Utrecht girl who is friends with both Emily and Lily came out, which was so fun, and Inga, Matt, Joe and Evan made up the rest of our group - to start. We reunited soon after with Luke and some of his friends, and joined a parade (yes!! no joke - we did some serious marching) in order to get back up the street. Ridiculous. More beer and we were on the Ferris Wheel, in the pitch black, high over the lights of the fair. It was gorgeous. I called it a night pretty early, but the rest of the group made it to a bar and apparently went wild there - stories of singing the Lion Sleeps tonight and other debauchery have gotten back to me already. A great weekend no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now! We are going to do some serious studying. I know that this blog is starting to sound sliiiighhtly party-centered, but honestly, it'sthe social times that are the best and everyone knows it. You really don't want to hear about my classes (which are great!) and my reading (reading some T.S. Eliot today) - it's just simply not juicy enough. I'm never going to be able to experience something like this ever again - so I'm definately making the most of it, and I encourage everyone to do the same. Now time to do some reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Pictures: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2045605&amp;l=75867&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2045605&amp;l=75867&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115986093849317415?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115986093849317415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115986093849317415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115986093849317415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115986093849317415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-to-go-down-in-history.html' title='weekend to go down in history..'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115917339109865341</id><published>2006-09-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:59:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Bday!%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Bday%21%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, and so much has happened! I thought I'd wait for a bit to update, just so that I could experience everything and enjoy it for what it was...what a great week. First of all, on thursday night, Inga and I hosted another party, together with Emily. The theme this time was stereotypes, and everyone had to dress up as a one - I was stereotypically Luke, who is basically a walking Cali stereotype...it gets confusing. Basically it was a great time, and everyone really enjoyed themselves - it was hard getting people to leave! I'm really loving this place, the sunsets, the deck, the kitchen...the only creepy thing is that the only people we ever see on our floor are weird, ghetto looking guys going into this girls apartment, blasting some rap, filling the hall with the smell of pot, and then leaving. Whoever says Smarag isn't in the ghetto has got to be kidding themselves. But you know what, it's the people, not the place, that make life worth living. And honestly, I've made some friends here already in the first couple weeks that I don't want to ever loose touch with. Thursday night was a great example of that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has some friends here this week, from California (where else? haha) and so I joined the four of them and went to Amsterdam to check stuff out. We started with the Heineken Experience, a kinda combination between a brewery tour, museum, Disney Land and a pub. For ten euro we were given three tokens for beers in their two bars, the tour itself, and a souvenier bottle opener at the end. Add to that the fact that Matt goes and hits on the coat check lady - getting us a pile more tokens, and by the end of the "experience" we were experiencing a nice level of alcohol-enduced good times. Reasonably buzzed, we decide to hoof it to the Van Gogh museum...stopping for some "real american hotdogs" - I stuck with the Fanta. The Van Gogh was amazing, it was really cool to see some of his really famous works, and downstairs there was a great Japanese art exhibition going on - with some really gorgeous and intricate sculptures, pottery, and paintings (some of Van Gogh's asian-inspired pieces were also part of the collection). Unfortunately, that museum took pretty much the life right out of us, and by that time it was kinda late, so with a quick detour to the redlight district we made it to the train, fell asleep, and arrived home after a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was kinda low-key - I got some reading done, but not a ton. We had a nice little wine session that evening, and cheers at the midnight arrival of my 20th birthday! Inga surprised me with an awesome hat with candles on the top - she's pretty much the coolest thing alive. Sunday arrived - bday time! - and I had a great, relaxing day. Went for a picnic lunch, rode around town, hung out with friends - it was perfect. I wanted to go out for dinner, and so I did a little research, and apparently, the Dutch only go out for dinner on special occasions, so most dinner places are super pricey. I read about a little pasta place that was cheap - when we arrived it turns out that its really just the bar we go to every Monday for international night! Whatever...pasta was cheap, delicious, and the wine and beer kept flowing...we had a really cute server who brought me some tiramisu on the house, and she even sang happy birthday to me in Dutch! Needless to say, we got her to join us for a beer after her shift. It was also a DJ comp. that night, so that was super fun to watch. Lots going on - and it was a great group, me, Matt, Inga, Emily, Andrew and a new-ish buddy, Kristen. She's from Conneticutt, and shes so much fun - shes actually planning on coming with Matt and I on a trip to Spain at the end of October. Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great couple of days. Next Sat, Matt, Kristen and I are hosting a joint bday party, where everyone has to dress semi-formal, so the celebrations are not over yet. This event has the chance to become the best one yet, I think we are gonna get a really good turnout. Tom Love, my friend from Queen's who's studying in Glasgow, is planning to come out as well, which will be so sweet... lots to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Photos: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043922&amp;l=d1fb4&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043922&amp;l=d1fb4&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115917339109865341?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115917339109865341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115917339109865341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115917339109865341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115917339109865341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-later.html' title='a week later...'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115839618397944342</id><published>2006-09-16T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:58:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Dinner%20Party!%20035.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Dinner%20Party%21%20035.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week school started, and so far - I'm pretty excited about it. I'm taking four courses, over the space of 2 days - so it's definately not classroom heavy - but I do have a ton of reading. I'm taking Romantic Lit, Lit Theory, Modern American Lit, and Modern American History. So far, the best class is the History one, because of two things - its me and about 8 of my friends, and the books were 20 euro for all three. I've got good priorities - friends and money - haha. But seriously, all of them look super interesting, and smmallll class sizes (7 people in my theory class!). Reading won't be too hard - yesterday Matt and Em and I found a park in the middle of the city and read by the canal, on a blanket under a tree. Add some pear popsicles into the mix - and it was pretty amazing. We've had a crazy heat wave so it's incredibly hot and humid out - but lovely, especially in the evening. Leiden is such a busy town! During the day, it is filled with people, bikes, and outdoor cafes selling beer at all hours of the day. I love that it is a smaller city, but still absolutely packed with people and excitement. It feels like we are in the dead of summer right now - and it makes going back to school pretty easy to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, well, the fact that it was Friday, last night Emily and Inga and I hosted a little gathering at our apartment. More marriage proposals followed, after we lay out a spread that consisted of: Brie and caramilized pears, Brie and sundried tomatoes, a veggie platter with curry dip, toasted baguette, garlic dutch cheese and crackers, Med Couscous salad, Tuscan pasta, a cold cut and olive platter, Bruchetta, and pinapple and poundcake with chocolate sauce to dip them in. We did the cooking, the guests brought the wine! Inga and I just cleared out 16 bottles to the downstairs...it was really funny, because we realised last night that we haven't made a lot of girl friends - the party consisted of us three girls, and eight guys. I think the odds were in our favour? But all in all it was super fun, and everyone was really impressed with our hostess skills. To top it off, there was a gorgeous sunset off of our deck, setting the scene for a stylish event. I love our place, and it was the perfect setting to a really fun gettogether. Things slowed down around 11, when we all headed out to the bar. Halarious because all the girls outfits revolve around whether they are bike-worthy. No more short skirts for a long time! It was really nice to have so many people over, and we got to meet some friend's roommates in our building - and the Smaragdlaan group is slowly growing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to everyone for reading this and writing messages - you guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Photos: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2040969&amp;l=59929&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2040969&amp;l=59929&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115839618397944342?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115839618397944342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115839618397944342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115839618397944342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115839618397944342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School?'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115791223263126502</id><published>2006-09-10T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:57:35.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELGIUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Antwerpen%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Antwerpen%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Antwerpen! The first of many AMAZING trips. I've got so much to say I don't even know where to start. We took the train on Thursday afternoon, super easy with little backpacks packed and tickets in hand. Arrived in the most gorgeous train station I've ever seen, and we decided to walk to our hostel, through the town. Drooled over the shopping street, and in ten minutes arrived at Den Heksenketel, right in the middle of the old town, steps away from the gothic cathedral centerpiece of the city. Once we got the door open (about 10 feet high), we were greeted by a gorgous european blonde woman who ushered us to a table, handed us coffee and a map of Antwerp, and told us we had 5 minutes to study it and then she would quiz us on the city. More about the map later. After sucessfully answering our questions, we were taken up to our room up the stairs of death (green, steep and small). The room was small, 4 bunk beds, shared a bathroom with the next door neighbours, and I loved it! 15 euro a night, probably the most amazing hostel ever. Its part of a folk bar, and there are witches and trees and chandeliers everywhere - you kinda have to see it to believe it. Go there. Honestly its the best location, best people, and best coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the map!! Its a use-it guide for young travellers, and we checked out a whole ton of the sights they suggested, and honestly, it never failed. From a store that sells chocolate genetalia to a vintage heaven (I got some amazing shoes!), from a pie place to a botanical garden - so much fun. The first night, we got some fries, and checked out a bar recommended by non other than the map. It was unbelievable. First of all, the beer in Belgium is pretty much the best in the world. I tried a total of 8 beers during my stay, De Koninck being the favourite go to beer, and Duvel being the garunteed good night beer. So we had our beers and packed into this little crowded student bar, and at about 1, a random band appeared in the middle of the crowd and just started jamming hits from french jazz to the jungle book. Halarious. For nights out, we also checked out a jazz bar, a bar filled to the top with religious ornaments, and a live music place. We also got pretty tipsy at the folk bar in the Hostel on several occasions, enjoying the home brew - a medieval recipe according to the hippy owner. On the last night, we went to a student bar with some friends from the hostel, which was really small, smoky, and very artsy. Definately euro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it wasn't all beer. There were waffles too! Man, were there waffles. During the day, we really explored the city, seeing everything from the outdoors and the indoors too. Highlights were a park where graffiti is legal, like a big outdoor gallery, the national art museum, the shopping and the river. We also checked out a great market, where we snacked on vietnamese spring rolls, olive tapinade, and a giant watermelon. We really liked the food, from chocolate, to fries with curry sauce and peanut sauce, to a fancy italian dinner, to sandwiches and beer in the park. On one afternoon, we got chocolate, rasberry, jupiter and duvel beers, and sampled them on the wall of a garden in the city. Just like locals...haha not really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, it was a city of art, youth, romance and history. I can't wait to go back - and enjoy the Belgium life (and beer!) some more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link to Photos: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2040076&amp;l=d875d&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2040076&amp;l=d875d&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115791223263126502?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115791223263126502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115791223263126502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115791223263126502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115791223263126502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/belgium_10.html' title='BELGIUM'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115762100863227918</id><published>2006-09-07T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:56:45.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse?  Or Cow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/HPIM1736.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/HPIM1736.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm sitting here recovering from what was the best two days of my life - so far. On Tuesday, Matt, Emily and I decided kinda last minute to go to Utrecht to visit their friends, so eight euros later and we are on the train to Utrecht. After checking out UCU - the campus at Utrecht, I was given the royal tour of the town, which was really cool but also very different then Leiden, bigger, and busier. Also with us was a guy called Joe, their friend, and the four of us got some typical dutch gyros (shoarma and gyros are EVERYWHERE and the pronounce gyros like "euro" which really throws me off). After seeing downtown, we went to Joe's room in res and got things started with some beer pong, American styles. Soon there was about 20 people in his room, and things really got fun - we took it to the campus pub and got free (?!) beer all night. The Dutch are pretty generous with their alchohol! We retired to a couch (sooo uncomfortable) and called it a night around 3:30. The next day, a bunch of us found a bagel place and got bagels and coffee (XL cups for once - loved it) and basically that defined heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training home, M and E and I decided to go through with Misson: Beach Day. The weather was hot and sunny (the first time!) so we got on our bikes, got some directions and headed off towards the "beach." Apparently, we had really bad directions and got lost about 5 times, but it was still a totally fun bike ride through little suburbs, canals, forests, and farms. I love this place. We got pear popsicles and took our time - finally finding the beach town in about 2 hours. The sight of the ocean was sooo exciting, and the beach was incredible!! Super fine sand, big waves, warmish water (I swam in the Atlantic!) and a never ending stretch of dunes. We opened a bottle of wine, ate some brie and crackers, and basically lived it up all afternoon. It was sad to leave, but it only took 40 min to bike home so it'll totally be a place I wanna return to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm heading off with them to Belgium today, to Antwerp. 26 Euro round trip baby. The hostel is booked, and its gonna be a sick trip. I should be home around Sunday, class doesn't start til Tuesday for me! Also, and this is great, I have a FIVE DAY WEEKEND every week!! Two classes on Tuesday, and two on Thursday and THATS IT. Not too shabby - something tells me I'm travelling a lot. The last piece of news is, and I know some of you know about this one, but I had a bike accident! After all that bragging about how great I am at biking, and my bag gets caught in my handle bars and I go over the curb, taking a lot of skin off my leg and hand. To make things worse, and more embarassing, a fire truck stops and I get all these Dutch men saying things to me I don't understand. There goes the ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for reading this, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Photos: &lt;a href="http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2038492&amp;l=11b99&amp;amp;id=81004921"&gt;http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2038492&amp;l=11b99&amp;amp;id=81004921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115762100863227918?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115762100863227918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115762100863227918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115762100863227918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115762100863227918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/horse-or-cow.html' title='Horse?  Or Cow...'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115727119318988248</id><published>2006-09-03T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:13:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the pub crawl. I'm pretty dead, but man, it was so fun. We went to 5 pubs total, and all were really unique and really cool. The first was right across the street from the student center, definately a campus bar, and it was very typically dutch - old, small, and smokey. Fun, but it was time to start the night. We had to split into groups, because there was like 150 people on the crawl, so we did that and headed to the next, Cafe Storm. Storm was super small, really modern decorations, and so fun. Definately a good place for a date. The next stop was De something - I don't remember, a big, French influenced place with high ceilings and a Western Saloon feel. Of course, the Americans and I got the best table in the house, on our own level, and dominated the place. The next bar, again I don't remember the name, was amazing! It was super tiny, and had a live band playing - it was a music bar. There was like trombones and drums hanging from the ceiling everywhere, and the band just played right beside the massive, packed in crowd. So fun. Finally, we ended up at Einstein, the international hangout on Wednesday nights, I am told. Big, with huge chairs on the canal - looks sweet. By this time, its like 2, and we cabbed home and played some drinking games with the leftover wine till 330 in a friends room. Pretty intense night, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a bike!! I'm so in love. I have no idea how I got it, or for the price, so I'm really stoked. Its purple, 21 speed, and called "The Mobilizer." 75 euro for a bike, and another 10 for an extra lock (you have to have two, I'm told, because it will get stolen). It's in great condition, I spotted it in a shop and the owner said it wasn't ready, but I was persistant and I was able to come back later in the day to get it. At the end of the day, he told me he had 50 inquires just throughout the day about second hand bikes. I'm super lucky. Advice on biking in Leiden? He told me, when you are drunk, use the bike as a support, not a method of transportation. I like it. Oh, and the supposive 15 minute bike ride from the city to my apartment? I made it in 5. Thank the spin classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115727119318988248?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115727119318988248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115727119318988248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115727119318988248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115727119318988248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-night-was-pub-crawl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115718480072046104</id><published>2006-09-02T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:15:07.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I just finished two days straight of making friends, otherwise known as orientation! It was so much fun - and I ended up knowing a great group of people and having the time of my life! On Thursday, Inga and I went down to the bus stop to wait, and met a Californian, Emily, who also lives in our building. Through Emily, who did a one month summer school program for Californians in Utrecht, I also met Matt, Luke, Andrew and a bunch of other Americans - who are super fun. We joined together to make a group for the frosh days, and ended up as number 1 of 38 groups - pretty sweet. After a tour of all the faculty buildings (mine are so close together! yay!), we had a speech from the President ("Rector Magnificus"), and learned that there are 84 countries represented! He had everyone stand up by country, alphabetically, and he attempted to say hello or welcome in the language of that country. Very cool guy. We went on a walking tour with our group - and made friends with a Norwegian professional skydiver, Karin, and anootherrr American, Emma, who was the most organized person I have ever met! We saw the fortress, at the highest point in Leiden - a gorgeous fort on a hill over looking the city. I sense a place to study. Inga and I watched Match Point with our new buddy Emily, and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On Friday, we joined up with our group again (our leader, Marika, brought along some Dutch friends, who thought we were all halarious). First part of the day was a provided lunch, and then a boat trip. Definately the highlight of my day! We went on a huge party boat (we got the corner of the top deck - VIP for sure -) and jetted through canals all through typical Dutch farmland - absolutely gorgeous. We saw houseboats, cows and sheep on the banks of the canal, and real operational windmills, turning in the breeze. It was stunning. We enjoyed our free drink and ordered another round, having fun with Ron, the head of the international committee, who did an exchange to Vancouver! After the boat, we were supposed to go to a museum, but we ended up going shopping instead, as we have the whole year to hunt down museums, but we needed some things. We returned on time for a free dinner, with more drinks, and made a party of it - pretty good food and lots of free wine. After a quick stop at Aldi Markt - a super ghetto grocery store where the food isnt even unpacked from the crates - I got 4 loaves of bread, two bottles of wine, two hunks of brie cheese, a container of garlic cream cheese - all for SIX euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We had a nap, and then Inga and I prepared an amazing appetiser party, with brie, sundried tomatoes and pesto, toasted rounds of bagette, a plate of olives and coldcuts, and grapes provided by our new Finnish friend, Anna. It was delicious - and prepared with only a stove. The bread we fried in the pan, and we made a double boiler (boiled water in a pot, with a plate of brie on top), to melt the brie. No need for a microwave! Needless to say, Inga and I got some marriage proposals that night. We had a bunch of people over, and played Kings Cup - pretty fun for the non North Americans and Americans alike. I love our apartment - everyone says ours is nicest, and our building is sweet compared to the other ones, because we have such a big living area and private kitchen. Yay! Finally, we headed out to "In Casa" for the International Party - a huge showing at a tiny disco - and partied the night away - leaving at 3am with reasonably sore feet. What a wonderful two days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115718480072046104?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115718480072046104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115718480072046104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115718480072046104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115718480072046104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/orientation.html' title='Orientation!'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115670748368790736</id><published>2006-08-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:38:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/IMGP39281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/IMGP39281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Amsterdam - on a whim - and it was unbelievable! It costs us 14 euros round trip to go by train, and that was really the main expense of the day - very cheap. Ohh by the way, we saw signs for bus trips from Amsterdam - 1 euro to go to Belgium, 9 euros to Paris and London - wow! So we arrived in Amsterdam, a little lost, and after finding a map we decided just to wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went down the main street, and into the shopping district. I have never seen so many people! It was wall-to-wall people, no cars, and thousands of shops! We only went into a couple, it was so busy and poor Raymond(Inga's boy) was getting pretty tired of it. After refreshing with some candy, we went on an unsuccessful hunt for the redlight district - and found a book market instead. Turns out that it is the start of the cultural season for Holland so there are huge festivals everywhere - we saw big stages with bands and dj booths everywhere. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we ended up asking at a tourist center about the redlight district (after a long walk through china town - filled with little shops with fried ducks (head and feet and all) hanging in the windows - gross). Back on track to the redlight district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where the fun began. Sex shops were the first thing we saw, and we went into a couple - "sex supermarkets" - very crazy. Then, surrounding a church (ironic?) we get into the prostitute lanes. Some of them were so narrow that only one person could walk through at a time! All along the lanes, there is door after door after door. Some had the blinds closed, but others - well they had girls at the doors, some dancing, some yelling at you, and in behind them is a little bed, a sink, and a boombox. You can guess what goes on in there!! Insane. I've never seen anything like it. So funny, Inga and I were the only girls we could see, it was just men everywhere - oogling. We went into one building, a brothel I guess, where the inside was a little path and girls on all sides! We got out of there pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As silly as it was, I wouldn't have felt safe without Inga's boyfriend there! Or at night!! Oh yeah, and the streets were lined with red lights all along the wall - very cool. In the same area, we also checked out a magic mushroom store - which sold soft drugs and hallucinogens (sp?). There are also a lot of stores that sell seeds to grow weed, which is so crazy. At one point we saw a bunch of coffeeshops (where you can smoke pot) right across the street from a police station. Apparently, marijuanna is still illegal there, but it is "tolerated" under specific conditions - no advertising at the coffeeshops (you can identify them by a green and white sticker in the window), and no one may posess more than 5 grams. There is so much drugs in this city - we were approached several times by dealers of extasy etc. Only in Holland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk through there, we went on a boat cruise through the canals for ten euros - pretty fun, and interesting. Some of the houses are so beautiful and old! MacDonalds for dinner, and then train home - where we snuck into first class and enjoyed the bigger seats. Back home finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115670748368790736?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115670748368790736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115670748368790736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115670748368790736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115670748368790736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-we-went-to-amsterdam-on-whim-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33380599.post-115660003237587370</id><published>2006-08-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:39:14.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/1600/IMGP39161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7796/3664/320/IMGP39161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well - but I definately wouldnt say exactly as I planned. When I arrived at the airport after a long and cramped flight, I found that the train to Leiden had been in an accident, so I was going to have to take a train to Hoopendorf (sp?) and a bus from there. When I arrived at this random place, I had to take my two giant bags and some how get them on a public bus (and the right one too!) - it was soo sketchy. Finally I got into Leiden at around 5:30, and went to the visitors center to arrange for a room for the night. Turns out there are no hotel rooms left in Leiden, and it is too late to get my key for my room (which I found out after I went on a wild goose chase to the housing office). The girl at the center proceeds to yell at a bunch of people on the phone in dutch, and gets me a room at a gorgeous b and b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY I get to have a shower, and go explore for a bit (its 9 pm by this time). After walking around I get a greek gyros pita and sit by myself by some canal and feel lonely and a bit sorry for myself, but also very excited. The next day, after a cool dutch breakfast of bread and meat and cheese, I go to the housing office and find out everyones mad at me (because of the angry phonecalls that the girl made). After explaining my way out of that, I get to my residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first a bit worried that it might be kinda far, but it turns out that its a 3min. busride (1 euro) from the center of town. Not too shabby! It looks kinda gross on the outside, but inside its great - and I was super pumped to learn that I was on the 6th floor - with a gorgeous view, huge patio - annnndd first pick of the beds. It comes with internet, laundry and utilities within the rental price (325 euros). After doing some shopping, I get home and get to meet my roommmate!! Her name is Inga and she is beautiful and fun and LATVIAN - how cool is that. We are already having a ton of fun together, and we went out last night with her boyfriend (who is here to visit), a girl from Lithuania, and her mentor (a dutch student assigned to help her out with things). We checked out a couple bars and saw a huuuge street party, with a band set up over three barges on a canal (they are everywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town itself is super pretty, with everything being super old and cobbled streets where only bikes and people can go. The bikes are everywhere! Its insane. I need to get one today, I feel super left out. It looks fun! Food is good - I've barely had time to eat but I tried some kroket - kinda like mashed potatoes and meat in a breaded shell and deep fried, and some idontknowwhat by the band - little sweet cakes with a texture like pancake batter. Yayyy dutch food. Anyways, today Inga and I are going to go shopping for the house, get some deck chairs to suntann on and explore Harlaamstraat - the shopping street of my dreams - everyone is so friggen stylish here so I have some catching up to do! Not that that's gonna be a problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33380599-115660003237587370?l=248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115660003237587370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33380599&amp;postID=115660003237587370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115660003237587370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33380599/posts/default/115660003237587370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://248smaragdlaan.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-arrived.html' title='I&apos;ve arrived!'/><author><name>Nicola Poskitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03559034828285380745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
