Groningen Rain

[Dutch Lock Down Day Four Hundred Ninety Three]

Except not.

It’s actually Tuesday because I flew in yesterday to the Netherlands and took a shower and then slept until this morning at three.

Holy hell.

It’s really hard to focus. Of course. But let’s try to get this story out, shall we?

The plane landed yesterday and passport control no longer cares if you are an EU resident or not, everyone goes through the same line, thus it took close to an hour to get my bag, buy a train ticket, and make my way to the train platform.

Which was blocked by several police officers.

I was too tired to speak Dutch, “What’s going on?”

“Can’t you tell?”

ASIDE : if you ask a question in English and you get an unhelpful question in return, this is typically, “I don’t feel comfortable talking in English and would like to shut this conversation down as quickly as possible.”

I look past the police into the platform and see three fire fighters coming up the ramp.

“Of course.”

SECOND ASIDE : I’d like to have all the writers for this show fired, please.

Continue reading “And Then A Fire”

[Dutch Lock Down Day Four Hundred Ninety Two]

Last night sirens started going off and the landscaper came in and ordered me into the basement immediately.

#TornadoWarning

TL;DR we’re all fine.

I messaged the AirBNB host asking them if they also had sirens in Grosse Pointe Park and then forgot that my phone has a Do Not Disturb 20:00-08:00 so when they tried to message me / get more information / called four times / left two messages, I completely missed it all and I’m feeling really awful about that, even the next day.

So then there was drama cause apparently the landscaper should not have come in and potentially saved my life, but I suspect it was really born out of being scared / worried / tornado and I’ll admit, I was right there, too.

But what a kicker of an ending to this week’s adventure, eh?

Want to hear a bout our new house?

Continue reading “And Then A Tornado”