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We had houseguests last weekend, two Norwegian girls who are roommates in Amsterdam with Elisa, the girl whose room I live in. This is Marit, with Elisa behind her:
And this is Anna:
All three, along with Henrike, made for a most enjoyable weekend. We saw the sights, we shopped in weird stores I never noticed were there before, we bought Chinese shoes. Yeah, Chinese. When we left the house, I was under the impression that we were on a mission to find "shiny shoes". Henrike knew where to get them, and Anna wanted some, so we started out for the store where they were to be found. It turned out to be a store selling all kinds of stuff imported from China: chopsticks, kimonos, mysterious bottled oils to fix whatever ails you, the usual. And these cotton shoes, which turned out to be so delightfully comfortable that we all bought a pair. Mine are green.
I think we made the little Chinese man working there rather seriously distressed, five of us girls wreaking havoc on his carefully stacked-according-to-size-and-color boxes of shoes. He bustled around quite worriedly. And his reaction when he saw what size shoes Elisa (who is very tall) was buying was the picture of astonishment. He basically looked at her and said, "You have BIG FEET!!" But in German with a Chinese accent.
The Norwegians are champion shoppers. I was impressed. When they went home they took with them, not only Chinese shoes, but a dirndl Anna found at a secondhand store and a...I don't know, some kind of decorative bugel Marit bought at a flea market and serenaded us with. Or maybe "saluted" is a more appropriate verb.
We went out Saturday night and made fools of ourselves for a while on an otherwise completely empty dance floor. The shopping cart and the lawn mower were big hits again, and we all did our best to massacre the Moonwalk.
They left yesterday morning, and I've been spending my time still reading in the sun and planning history lessons for 8th graders.
And this is Anna:All three, along with Henrike, made for a most enjoyable weekend. We saw the sights, we shopped in weird stores I never noticed were there before, we bought Chinese shoes. Yeah, Chinese. When we left the house, I was under the impression that we were on a mission to find "shiny shoes". Henrike knew where to get them, and Anna wanted some, so we started out for the store where they were to be found. It turned out to be a store selling all kinds of stuff imported from China: chopsticks, kimonos, mysterious bottled oils to fix whatever ails you, the usual. And these cotton shoes, which turned out to be so delightfully comfortable that we all bought a pair. Mine are green.
I think we made the little Chinese man working there rather seriously distressed, five of us girls wreaking havoc on his carefully stacked-according-to-size-and-color boxes of shoes. He bustled around quite worriedly. And his reaction when he saw what size shoes Elisa (who is very tall) was buying was the picture of astonishment. He basically looked at her and said, "You have BIG FEET!!" But in German with a Chinese accent.The Norwegians are champion shoppers. I was impressed. When they went home they took with them, not only Chinese shoes, but a dirndl Anna found at a secondhand store and a...I don't know, some kind of decorative bugel Marit bought at a flea market and serenaded us with. Or maybe "saluted" is a more appropriate verb.
We went out Saturday night and made fools of ourselves for a while on an otherwise completely empty dance floor. The shopping cart and the lawn mower were big hits again, and we all did our best to massacre the Moonwalk.
They left yesterday morning, and I've been spending my time still reading in the sun and planning history lessons for 8th graders.
