Laundry is... free. Not that I can read what any of the cycles mean since they are in Dutch, but I'm not complaining. Free is good in any culture.
What isn't free... Ketchup. Water. Using the Restroom.
I was so shocked the first night, in Maastricht, when I went to the bathroom and a lady made me pay her to leave. Since then, I've come up with quite a few good excuses to get out of paying or I wait in the stall for another person to come along and then dart out while the money collector is side tracked. Pathetic, I know. What has my life come to? Maybe it's just the American in me, but I think using the restroom is a God-given right.
Another shocker the first night? The Dutch LOVE the song, "Dynamite" so much that they feel the urge to take their pants off whenever it plays. I was unaware of this the first night and as the song was playing I glanced on stage and thought to myself... 'wow that girl's dress is really short'. My double take confirmed that her pants were at her ankles along with everyone else on stage. My jaw literally dropped. Another student must have seen my reaction because he leaned in and said that in two weeks I would be up there doing the same thing. Sorry kid, but my mom taught me to keep my pants on in public. I'm happy to report that I have been here two weeks and have yet to participate in that debacle.
I'm finally learning my way around the town, not that I can pronounce any of the squares or streets. I just kind of mumble and I think people understand what I'm talking about. Either that or they're just being polite. Churches in Maastricht are all good landmarks. There is one that was painted red. Absolutely beautiful. When I see that, I know I'm near the McDonald's. I'm so American.
I think I've gone on long enough. I will post pictures soon and try to keep up with the blogging. Catch you guys later.
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