In Schiphol, Noord-Holland, The Netherlands.
I’ve been looking at plane tickets and luxury hotels at insane prices for the past 5 hours. I love finding the best travel options almost as much as I love actually travelling. Still, I can’t stop talking about travelling. I just lay it all out there for Emilia who has to listen to all my plans. El Clásico in Madrid, shooting parkour videos in Tokyo, being with someone I adore in a warmer climate, partying with ex-pats and practicing (not-so) foreign languages.
Still. My travel-planning went from me booking romantic trips to Bali to me booking trips for anyone, anytime to anywhere. Finding out where the cheapest but tastiest foods are in the world. Looking for the fanciest apartments at the lowest rates in Bangkok. Seeing which means of transportation is the best from Tokyo to Osaka.
There is a pile of dictionaries on the floor. Staring at me. Mocking me. What with their fancy colors and their deeper understanding of formal Japanese. Bah. Swahili-test went well though. Got everything right, except for “these, those, this, that”. But I’m bad at “these, those, this, that” in ALL languages – so no worries there. Except for the fact that my brain might be missing some function required to understand the structure of “these, those, this, that”.
And I might also have above-average levels of thyroxine. I’m going to bed now, you know it’s time to call it a day when you’re blogging about your hormone-levels.