Bloemen!

First, on reading my last post, I realize it is sort of crass. I'm sorry for my more sensitive readers, but it's just where I was yesterday. I also apologize for the typos. I don't catch them until after I've posted and everything is in Dutch, so I don't really know what I'm doing. Forgive me.

Anyway...

Today we went to the giant open air market in Utrecht. It was good, mostly because there were rows and rows of fresh flowers, and it doesn't cost much to get some that are super beautiful. I actually wish I wasn't so lame about putting photos on my blog. I am taking a bunch, so hopefully when I finally work out how to post photos, I will post them, and without any more lengthy writings, either, so it's a win win! I was able to buy a giant bunch of sunflowers and a florist quality cut flower arrangement for just 10 euro at the market. I am such a huge fan of flowers that this made my day. We brought the flowers home, had a beer and I arranged all the blooms.

After flower arranging we went to the Centraal Museum here in Utrecht, which just a stone's throw from where we are living for two more weeks. There I saw a lot of religious art that featured Utrecht, strangely enough, which is cool, because it just goes to show how old things can be in Europe. No 1848 for us here! The art was pretty amazing, painted very much in the hyper realistic style characteristic of the time. When we were finished with that, we went across the street to the Dick Bruna museum. If you have never heard of Dick Bruna, and you appreciate graphic design, you owe it to yourself to visit the official site, www.miffy.com. We left with a huge appreciation of not only the way this man has made a living with a simple bunny drawing, but also the way he stayed true to using simple, pleasing shapes that still maintain a high standard of quality.

Tonight, for dinner, we had frozen pizza. It was funny because obviously frozen pizza is not the same here as it is at say, Raley's or something, but the picture on the box tells a different, more deceptive story. The false advertising was not lost on Emma, as you may expect from a sharp cookie like herself. When a piece of the pizza was placed in front of Emma, she said, "what did you do to it?" I had to tell her that the Dutch did it, and it had nothing to do with the chef.

Tomorrow we go to Amsterdam. I can't believe we haven't actually been there yet. Looking at the map, it seems huge. I'm looking forward to it.