The checkout lady says “boa noite”. I repeat it back as best I can only to be sized up from over her rims, followed with a blank stare and a cold “hee-ello”. Guess I didn’t quite get it right. Besides the running clothes, I now carry the confident swagger of an American, complete with near-permanent smile. I wish I could simply flip the switch and localize my body language back to Europe, but having been away for so long that is hard to do.
Remember reading something about the ridge being the safest route in snow so I hook a left to find a clear break line I just walked underneath of. Danger now officially not imagined and can no longer be ignored.
There was a new wilderness area, just sprung into existence by the side of the road, seemingly out of nowhere. […]
So I dreamed my family was visiting from the Netherlands and suddenly mom went missing. I found out she’d been […]
“Country roads take me home, to the place I belong…” tore at my heart, understanding that “home” will always be the Netherlands with my family, while “…the place I belong” is here at this table.
In my dream, all the smartphones in the world had stopped working and most people had left cities to go […]
Marjolein Goes to America 