03 August 2015

Kalymnos Smells Like Thyme

Celebrations of the beginning of summer and end of my first year of grad school are underway and are awesome.

The adventures (and prolonged period of decompression) began with a trip to Kalymnos, Greece to climb on what is (apparently) some of the best limestone climbing in the world. (note: since people keep asking us how the Greek economic crisis affected our trip, I'll discuss it a bit at the end of the post. Feel free to skip the awesome fun stuff and go to the less fun bit)

The rock is mind blowing.

And Kalymnos smells like thyme. It is delicious.

Actually, there is a lot of thyme honey made in Kalymnos. Which means there are lots of honey bees. They generally leave you alone, but given Ev's strong aversion to bees, it meant a hike was aborted because it went through a bee farm. Also, there are a lot of wasps. We can vouch for this because we got pelted in the face by wasps many, many times while zipping around on our scooters.

Scooters are fun. I highly recommend renting a scooter.


Anyways, we caught the ferry from the Mastichari harbor in Kos to the Pothia harbor on Kalymnos. It was a hot, bluebird day and the ride was quite lovely.


We settled in to our apartment (gotta love Air B&B) and wandered around Myrties and Masouri for the afternoon.


The next day (Thursday?) we struck out for the Sector School (one of the many, many crags/walls on Kalymnos) and took down the 5-pitch Platon (5c). To beat the sun (and associated heat), we headed out around 7:30am.

The pitches were pretty short, so we decided to link them two at a time.

This was not a good idea.

We climbed using half ropes because we had to rappel down. We decided to use them as twins (i.e. clipping both ropes in each quickdraw rather than alternating ropes). Unfortunately, we didn't realize the route wanders. A lot. And has some very, very shallow sections.

The hardest part of Platon was pulling up rope to clip. Neither Ev nor I have ever experienced so much rope drag. My arms hurt just thinking about it.

But we persevered (although there was a fair amount of bitching about our poor life choices), and the view from the top was beautiful.

The view from the top of Platon was almost worth the insane rope drag.
So happy to be done with the hanous rope drag. 
On the plus side, the rap down took us over a fairly large cave, which made for a fun time.


As the sun hit the wall around 11am, Ev and I walked back to the scooters.

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Our days in Kalymnos consisted of getting up at the butt crack of dawn every other morning (except for a couple where we did back-to-back mornings) and going climbing. We tried to beat the heat and other climbers, with varying degrees of success. We have an advantage of being used to long approaches that require alpine starts (aka really really early, as in before 5am), so being at a wall by 7am wasn't as bad as it could have been.

I should also note that island time is real. The pace on Kalymnos was relaxed and leisurely. We got up early or slept in, depending on how we felt. We climbed, swam, or hiked pretty much every day. We spent a lot of time being way too hot.

We also ate a lot of delicious, fresh seafood, souvlaki, Greek wine (highly underrated), saganaki cheese (flaming cheese with lemon; a Kalymnos specialty) and tomatoes. I kind of think the tomatoes deserve a shout-out. They were flavorful, juicy, and pretty much amazing. This is coming from a girl who generally picks them out of things because they just don't do it for me. Well, the Greek tomatoes do it for me.

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We did some climbs that were kind of meh (the rock is insanely sharp, so we both had shredded hands for the entire trip), and some that were absolutely incredible. The highlights include:

Pornokini (6a+ / 5.10a/b, 33m) at the Infrared Wall.
the route is marked in blue
A little bit of everything, with some slab moves, beautiful pockets (Kalymnos has possibly the best finger pockets ever. THEY ARE AMAZING!), and a small roof at the top. Apparently it's an island classic, and it definitely deserves it.

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Karpouzi (5c+ / 5.10a, 18m) at The Beach

Hands down the best flake/crack climb I've done. Karpouzi was a bit off-width in places, but there are multiple ways to approach those sections. I opted to layback the off-width bits and follow the crack to the anchor, while Ev transitioned to the slab to the left of the crack and went straight up. This was one of the shorter routes we did, but was so fun that I don't even care. Plus, we got to go jump in the ocean when we got tired of climbing at this crag. Surprise surprise, the crag named 'The Beach' is located at a beach. Cross that one off the bucket list.



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Pillar of the Sea (6a+ / 5.10b, 28m) at Kastelli


Pillar of the Sea was a sustained 6a+ with every style of climbing imaginable. Technical slabs, small crack section, heinous roof move, and a couple questionable bolts that would have been cause for concern if the route wasn't bolted every 1.5m. One of the classic climbs on the island, everyone takes pictures of the route, with its spectacular exposure, view of Telendos (the adjacent island with a bunch of really, really spectacular multi-pitches that are on our to-do list), and beautiful bay.



After we finished climbing a bunch of routes at Kastelli, we hiked up to the ruins at the top of the crag overlooking the sea. 


It's hard to get pictures of both of us when we don't have a third person along. Oh well. I suppose this is why selfies exist. I guess.
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The crowning glory of our Kalymnos climbs was Thetis. Thetis is a 'classic' 6b tufa climb that follows a massive stalactite. A very popular route, short, overhung, and brutal.

Disclaimer: I am not good at overhangs. I have lousy upper body strength (I was super proud of myself for doing 2/3 of a pull-up last week) and tend to manage steep, overhung routes by throwing heel hooks like crazy and wedging myself into whatever corner I can find.

Which brings us to

Thetus (6b / 5.10c, 18m) at the Aire wall


 Thetis had a couple firsts for me:

1. Ground fall. I failed to get the first clip on my first attempt and biffed it. Not too far - only about 4 feet - but enough to leave some marks and hurt like hell. Luckily I mostly landed on my butt/lower back and only smoked my knee and elbow on the way down.




I did get back on immediately and get that first clip. And then I let Ev take a run at it, cuz I hurt. Also, ground falls shake you up pretty good.

2. Upside down fall. I finally managed to thrash my way to the 6th and final bolt and, needless to say, was absolutely exhausted. I had wedged my butt into the corner (I may have chimney-d my way up 60% of the route), and had to transition onto the actual wall to make the clip. I managed the transition and reached out to check that I could clip the bolt. My right hand chose that moment to slide off the sloper I was precariously clinging to and I tipped backwards, ending up hanging upside down and quite displeased with my new orientation. Luckily, because the route is so positive, I didn't hit my head on anything (plus, we always wear helmets because we are attached to our brains).

3. Climbed my first 6b. Sure, I hang-dogged my way up the route and (apparently) sounded like a buffalo giving birth, but eventually I managed to finish it. Although I must admit, at one point Ev flat-out refused to lower me off and told me I had to finish what I started.

So happy to be off that hellish route. Oh, and I hurt for days after it, although that might have been because of the ground fall...

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Other highlights include our trip to The Cave crag (some of the climbing area names are oh-so-creative), where we climbed a couple un-remarkable routes, then went into the cave the crag is named for. The entrance is covered by a metal grate and there are two ladders you climb down. The cave itself is beautiful and well worth the visit to the crag.





On a 'rest' day, we hiked out to Sikati Cave, a massive cave home to the highest concentrations of ridiculously hard routes on Kalymnos (and that's saying something, since Kalymnos has an insane amount routes). To give an idea of how hard the routes are, the Petzl Rock Trip went to Sikati Cave a few years ago. Then we walked down to the beach (well, more of a scramble) and enjoyed the solitude, sun, and ocean.




Since the food was cheap and fresh (and delicious), we ended up eating out most nights. This wasn't much of an expense, since dinner for two ran about 20 euros. It also came with free dessert and a glass of wine or ouzo.


One of the allures of eating out was the sunset over Telendos. Every night, and just as beautiful every time.



We also caught the ferry to Telendos (the island adjacent to Kalymnos. Fun fact, the two islands used to be connected until around 500 BC when a massive earthquake caused them to separate). We picked a direction and headed off, initially following a trail that, it turned out, kind of stopped being a trail when we started walking uphill.

Another fun fact: every piece of vegetation on Telendos is pointy and wants to murder your legs.

It took us a couple hours to get back to an actual trail, dodging some ravines and super prickly areas. Basically, we attempted to follow goat trails down. Fyi, goats are apparently ninjas. I am not a goat.

yaaaay we found the trail! 

All in all, Kalymnos was wonderful. We're definitely going to have to go back in winter and tick off some of the multi-pitch routes and super-sweet 6b's and c's.

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So now, I suppose, I'll talk a little about the Greek crisis.

For those who follow world events (and believe me, this particular situation should be on everyone's radar), Europe and Greece sat down to negotiate the terms of a third bailout about 6 months ago (+/-)(the Greek economy was demolished after the 2008 financial crisis). Because the terms being offered by the IMF, European Central Bank, and European Commission were not viewed as acceptable to the Greek prime minister and finance minister, an agreement was not made in time for Greece to make a couple payments on their previous bailouts. As a result of this deadlock, the prime minister held an emergency referendum for the Greek people to accept or reject the offered bailout deal, which was widely perceived to screw over the Greeks. While the Greek government prepared for the referendum, negotiations were put on hold. The ECB was forced by its own bylaws to stop sending emergency liquidity funding (ELF) to Greek banks, and couldn't continue lending to Greece until a bailout deal was reached, which resulted in the Greek banks being shut down, the government running out of money and failing to make a payment to the IMF (the first developed nation to ever do so). Capital controls were put in place by the Greek government, which included limiting the amount that could be withdrawn from an atm to 60 euros per day, which is as big a deal as the banks shutting down. When the PM called the referendum, the ECB released some emergency money (but stopped the majority of the ELF, essentially keeping the banks 'solvent', but not much else), but the banks remained closed. (Disclaimer: I'm not positive the timeline here is right. Google is your friend on this one)

The referendum was two days before we arrived in Greece (5 July). Overwhelmingly, the Greeks rejected the proposed bailout, so negotiations restarted and talk of Greece leaving (or being forced out) of the Eurozone increased.

So basically, the Greek economy is a mess.


Enough of that. I haven't said anything typing 'Greek debt crisis' into Google wouldn't tell you (and in probably much more detail with a greater breadth of understanding. Try the NY times, or, my personal favorite, the moron's guide to the Greek Debt Crisis).


Since many of the Greek islands are heavily cash-based economies (and we had been following the situation in Greece), we went to Kalymnos with much more cash (in small denominations) than we'd normally carry. We knew that some stores were no longer taking credit cards, and, although many tourist places (hotels, car rentals, tours, etc) were still taking them, we figured we should assume that our cards wouldn't work. Some of my Greek classmates warned me to be careful at the airports, public transportation, and crowded areas, since pick pocketing skyrocketed when the banks shut down.

People were talking about the debt crisis everywhere, with varying degrees of concern. It seemed like nobody wanted to leave the Eurozone, but felt like they were getting shafted in the bailout deals (cuz they were/are. The bailout eventually agreed to really screws over Greece and isn't sustainable (don't take my word for it, see latest statements by the IMF).

Interestingly, many places on Kalymnos (markets, restaurants, etc) were still able to take cards, but all of them expressed a strong preference for cash. The place we rented scooters from, who I had assumed would take a credit card, really really wanted cash.

I also noticed a shortage of coins, which meant several times I was given a small discount on an item because they were unable to give me the proper change. Once we realized this, we started carrying more coins and people were very happy to get it. I'm sure a large part of this is that atm's don't put coinage into circulation.

On the other hand, it seemed like the island wasn't as affected by the crisis as the main land, because its economy was already significantly cash-based. Ev and I did avoid using the atm, since we had enough cash and were able to put some purchases on the card.

The bailout deal eventually reached (summarized fairly well by BBC) is pretty.... for lack of a better word, unsustainable. We'll see how it plays out.

So, in summary, while the impact of the Greek debt crisis (which is still ongoing, btw) was relatively small on our magical climbing vacation, we did witness firsthand some of the effects.

09 July 2015

Year 1: complete

I was asked a few days ago what it was that I dislike so much about the Netherlands, besides the never-ending flatness and the fact that it's 'the size of a postage stamp.' I quickly assured my friend that, while I'm not such a fan of the geography here, the Dutch have been incredibly helpful and considerate since our first day here (remember our magical metro adventure with all of our crap?). I love the Dutch.

As I've previously mentioned, much of my issues with the Netherlands (and the majority of Europe, to be honest) stem from the shear number of people. There isn't the space you get in Alaska, where even the biggest cities (discounting Juneau, since there physically isn't room) have a massive footprint. In fact, the Anchorage city limits are larger than those of Minneapolis. F'real.

Don't get me wrong, you can feel like you're surrounded by people in Alaska, and it can be claustrophobic. But there is also a sense of space even within the cities that I've never found elsewhere.

The thing I miss about Alaska is the space.

When we get home, we're going to get a couple kayaks, get on a river, and (if we do it right) not see another person unless we're passing a boat ramp/put in. If we do it really right, we won't even see that. If we wanted (and I do), we could go up to the Brooks range, or the Deltas, or one of a myriad of other places and hike out in any direction for days without meeting another soul. This feeling, this amazing, invigorating, peaceful isolation, is something I can't adequately describe.

Being in the Alaskan wilderness helps me find myself.

And god knows I could use a reminder of that right about now.

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Anyway, we are now in Kalymnos for two much anticipated weeks of climbing, swimming, and having no obligations. I might get around to a thrilling update. We'll see.

28 June 2015

Guilt-driven, super overdue blog post

Holy crap I've somehow managed to go 2 weeks (almost 3) without an update. I have no idea where time is going, but I'm pretty sure my brain is going to be mush by the end of this week.


That's right, this is the last week of exams before that magical, mystical thing called 'summer break' happens.


We are prepared for the post-exam experience (mostly). This involves:

- a set of double ropes for Kalymnos multi-pitches
- international drivers licenses for scooter rental
- a set of climbing shoes that won't demolish feet on a long multi-pitch. Mostly broken in.
- a set of kick-ass, super aggressive climbing shoes to be a boss and send those 6b/c tufa routes. But definitely not the multi-pitches, cuz I'm attached to feeling in my toes.
- 21 quickdraws plus 9 extendables
- 4 super sweet multi-pitch routes picked out
- swimsuits
- sunscreen
- a GoPro

Greece is going to be awesome.


We also changed Ev's plane ticket back to the Netherlands from Alaska so he can stay in Fairbanks and work in the office for a month. Something about getting some extra projects and making sure they remember he exists (not like he has a shortage of work).



I am so ready to be done with school. I am mentally and emotionally destroyed after this past year.






And that's it for the guilt-driven blog update. This has been an insane quarter and (obviously) it's wrecked havoc on my previously mostly-regular posts. Sorry about that. Hopefully I'll be better about it after my brain cells have time to recuperate.

08 June 2015

The much-anticipated, super tardy summary of why friends are awesome.

I spent an hour and a half writing this update last week two (three?) weeks ago, and then it proceeded to delete itself when I tried to publish it. Round two is not as good. So here it goes.
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It has been a wonderful couple weeks. I'm not even sure where to begin.... chronologically, I suppose.

Paris
Our journey to Paris had two purposes: meet up with Colin (!!!) and celebrate my 25th birthday. We accomplished this by hanging out with Colin for 4 days, wandering around Paris (we rapidly decided that the touristy areas suck (not actually surprising) and are best avoided to the largest extent possible).

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Things I really need to remember when traveling
1. Pretty much all big European cities are the same: some beautiful structures and history, insane number of tourist traps, narrow streets, and lots of cigarette smoke.
2. Also, lots of people.
3. I strongly dislike large groups of people.
4. Tourist attractions are not worth it. Sorry, entire family, but they're not. The shear number of people alone makes them unpleasant, and, honestly, there are usually other things to see that give a better feel for the actual city.
5. You can get discounts on tourist attractions when you're an EU resident under 26.
6. Cities are really, really dirty. And smelly. Probably because at some point you have to vent the sewers to avoid buildup of gases that can, ya know, combust in large enough quantities. Also, I would put money that most of the storm water drains straight into the sewer, cuz storm sewers aren't a thing.
7. I really need to travel to places where I can get away. From people, from cities, from everything.
8. I really need to stop traveling to cities.
9. I miss vast quantities of nature where I can dawdle off and not see another person for days. And mountains.
10. I should probably get screened for lung cancer when we move back to the States.

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We arrived in Paris and met up with Colin. I came to terms years ago that I'm the other woman, and probably always will be. Oh well. Such is bromance.


We stayed in an Air B&B apartment in the Latin Quarter. Fyi, if you're staying in Paris, the latin quarter is the way to go. It's super close to the Bastille, Pantheon, and Notre Dam.


Our first night we decided to pick up a bottle of wine (because France) and sit on the Seine. We didn't have glasses, so we were super classy. But we fit right in.


Thursday (the 14th) was my birthday. Naturally my parents messaged to wish me happy birthday and ask what we'd be doing. Dad was amused by my response. Mom... well, she had a bit of a problem with our lack of glasses.



I had to tease my dad a bit, since he managed to not once, but twice mess up my birthday this year.

My birthday mission was simple: find this cholocatier and get some delicious French chocolate and find a nice bottle of champagne. So off we went on a 'wander around Paris and see the sights' adventure. As we walked through the square at Notre Dam, we noticed that there was no line and it was free. So we said what the hell and checked it out.

Cathedrals are pretty cool. They tend to get built in parts over loooooooooong periods of time, so the architecture from different periods blends into the facade. We were pretty lucky to make it in before the crowds arrived. I have personal space issues.





The stained glass was pretty fantastic. Cathedrals tend to be pretty dark (duh), and the stained glass adds a bit of color (although not as much light as a regular window)

And then we wandered.

The Pont des Arts bridge is estimated to have millions of 'love locks' on it. On 1 June Paris officials started cutting them off because the weight of the locks is causing structural problems on the bridge. That is a lot of locks.
We also managed a lovely view of the Eiffel Tower. We pretty much used the day to scope out the Louvre, Arc de Triomph, the Luxor Oblisk, and the Champs Elysees among other things.


Friday morning we struck out on my annual birthday run. For the last five years or so, Ev, Colin and I have got for a run on my birthday. This year we were a day late, but it was worth it.

We started running around 9am figuring we'd go for an hour or so and meandered through a nature park/zoo near the apartment. Then we crossed the river and ran along a canal. Eventually we decided it was time to turn around and get some breakfast. We were 45 minutes out from the apartment but figured we could navigate ourselves back. We wound through back roads, crossed a couple bridges, and got royally lost. Finally we broke out Google Maps and proceeded to be 5km away from the apartment for the next hour an a half.

We got back a little after 1.

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Reasons I love running
1. You can go as long and far as you want. You can push yourself until you want to pass out, or have a leisurely pace you can maintain for a marathon. It's incredibly therapeutic.

2. Runners are super supportive of each other. You nod when you pass, give a thumbs up or a smile, maybe an encouraging word. Who needs a support group when you can have a complete stranger give you the extra little push you need.

3. You can explore parts of cities and places you would never see as a regular tourist. And it's awesome.

4. It's not a big deal when you get super turned around. Worst case scenario you walk a bit.

5. You talk about your bowel movements. A lot. Every time you go out.

6. Did I mention you get to explore? And talk about poo?


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After our little detour(s), we all took a nap. When we woke up we grabbed some bread and cheese and a bottle of wine and headed over to the Eiffel Tower for a picnic. It was pretty fantastic. After we finished we dawdled up to the base of the tower towards the insane number of people to check out the line to take the stairs up.

The line was freaking huge.

We didn't stand in it.
Look, Mom, glasses!
Walking back into the park, we noticed the no alcohol sign. Oops.


Saturday morning we got up early and went to the Louvre. We'd talked about getting the fast-track passes to avoid lines and get into a bunch of museums and stuff, but apparently we all hate tourist attractions and decided it was a much better financial choice to just show up early.

It turns out that under 26 EU residents get discounts on stuff. Ev and I got into the Louvre for free.

We wandered around for an hour or so, dawdling through the Egyptian exhibit and the Mediterranean section, then the French sections with furniture from Napoleon and Marie Antoinette and massive gold-plated mirrors and jewels. Crazy stuff.

The sections were deserted. I was reminded of Machu Picchu at 6am on New Years Day when we had the place to ourselves. It was magical to wander this huge site and not see another soul for hours.

Eventually we were ready to leave, but figured we had to go see the Mona Lisa because we were in the building and I'm not sure would have been able to live it down if we didn't.

It turns out everyone in the Louvre was in the Italian Art Gallery. 

Taking pictures of the art instead of looking at it.

Hundreds of people, taking pictures of a painting instead of looking at it. What. The. Hell.

I worked my way to the front of the crowd at the Mona Lisa and looked at it for a couple minutes. It's a pretty cool piece of art, if a bit over-hyped. I actually got bitched at for looking at it instead of taking a picture to 'look at later.' Isn't the point of art to admire, rather than take a crappy photo of so you can prove you were there?

Ugh.

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All three of us were pretty shell-shocked after the Louvre. We're all from pretty small towns (well, Fairbanks isn't that small anymore, but you know what I mean) and have a hard time with big crowds. So off we wandered back into the Latin Quarter.

The wine shop we had been to the night before on our way to the Eiffel Tower had an amazing selection of very old, rare wines. Ev wanted to go back and look more, since he thought he had seen a bottle of 1970-something for a price we could (kind of) afford. 

I cannot do justice to this shop. The shop owner remembered us and asked how the bottle from the previous night was. When it became clear that we were interested in a pretty nice, old wine he discreetly shut the door and proceeded to ask us what kind of wines we liked, what we were looking for, how old, price range... he knew how and where the wines had been stored. And then he made a recommendation. 
1971 Chateau Haut-Simard Grand Cru St. Emilon Controlee (bordeaux blend).
So we picked up another baguette and headed to the river.
We neglected to consider that a 44 year old cork might be hard to remove. It only took about 20 minutes, 3 people and some serious paranoia. 
See, Mom, we can use glasses!
The wine was fantastic.
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Sunday we got up early and walked to the Catacombs. Colin did a quick head count and we were an hour early and 150 people back. Sweet. Only 200 people are allowed in the catacombs at a time, so we figured we were good.

After almost 2 hours in line, we gave up.

Tourist attractions suck.

So we wandered some more, then got on a train and headed back to the Netherlands. And proceeded to have a looooooooooong work and school week.

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Paige showed up Wednesday morning from her trip to Israel and Berlin. She walked into our apartment, looked around and went 'I'm going to cook for you and clean your house.'

She then proceeded to feed us nonstop, do all the dishes and make our kitchen spotless.

I don't think anyone has cooked for use since we left Alaska. It was really, really nice.

Best houseguest ever.
Peanut butter pie. Kind of the best food ever.
I took her into Delft Wednesday since I only had once class and we wandered. It turns out Paige really likes cheese. And clogs.



Thursday she wandered around Rotterdam and checked out the zoo. Then came back to the house and made pretzels and pie.

It's probably a good thing Paige doesn't live here. We would get so fat.

Then we took her into Amsterdam for the full Dutch experience and put her on a plane back to the states. It sucked seeing her go. I really miss family and it was incredibly nice to see her. We'll see her again in July when we go to Denver to run a half marathon with her, but that feels so far away...

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The next two weeks consisted of school. Lots and lots of school. Exams are already upon us (next week is the study week!) and there's no lull in the homework and Matlab code that's been churning out all quarter. I'm kind of surprised Ev's still here, since I'm never freaking around and when I am I'm so fried I'm basically a vegetable.

Friday (yup, we're finally up to this past weekend!) Colin and his girlfriend Morganne arrived for the weekend. Saturday morning Owen arrived (I met him at Centraal Station and spent 20 minutes wandering around trying to find him. We really should have arranged a meeting place ahead of time). Owen is one of my closest friends from childhood (and onward) and I cannot express how awesome it was to see him, even if Bree didn't make it over because her flight got changed last minute. After finally finding each other, we all headed up the the beach in Den Haag. They managed to be here for the three nicest days of the year and we enjoyed wandering in the sun. We talked about going in to Amsterdam but were just as happy to stay home, drink some scotch and catch up.

I love friends. Even when their timing for a visit is... less than ideal. Stupid school.

Owen had to head back to Belgium yesterday morning (at the buttcrack of dawn) to catch his plane home, so Ev and I dragged Colin and Morganne around town while we ran a couple errands. Then we picked up some bread, a bunch of spreads, cheese, and veggies and had a lovely picnic in a nearby park.

Have I mentioned I love friends?



And now it's back to school and the terrifying rush before exams to finish up everything and freaking STUDY so I can actually pass everything this quarter.

I really don't know how much more school I can take. Hopefully the summer break helps some.



So there's the super-late update of basically the last month. Next week will probably be... well, let's be honest. Non-existant. But we'll see. Maybe I'll do some procrastination.