Mama Mia!

Last month Matt and I traveled back home to the US to attend the wedding of our lovely friend Mia. Mia owns a bridesmaid boutique in Baltimore, so she is front-center in this whole wedding business. And her wedding was the glorious affair we all expected it to be! She looked stunning in her gown, and never have I seen a more smiley bride. We wish her and Christian a great future together, full of joy and warmth and love =)



Aside from the Isse-Antalics nuptials, our trip home was filled with visits with friends and family, nonstop eating (true to form, we didn't get the chance to feel hunger during the entire trip) and lots of laughs. From Baltimore to New Jersey to New York to the Hamptons, we enjoyed every minute of it. Thanks to everyone that helped make our homecoming feel like just that!

Bedutched

This morning during my cycle in to work, I got shoved by a grown (Dutch) man. Not a drunk, homeless man. A professional man, in a suit, carrying a briefcase, on his way to work. He was a pedestrian. I was on my bike. I had a green light, but he insisted that he was more important than me, and that he was entitled to cross the bike path and cut me off. I had to stop, lest I hit him, which would not be the first time. He stood right beside me on my bike, leaning his junk against my elbow, trying to intimidate me. Then when I went to pedal again, because clearly this altercation wasn't going anywhere, and I had places to be, he shoved me aside and walked in front of me. Nice.

Just a few days before this, at the North Sea Jazz festival, my friends and I had to tell another grown (Dutch) man (probably in his 50s) that it is NOT ok to call a woman you don't know a bitch, especially when she has done nothing to you, and when you said it loudly enough to startle your neighbors, and when everyone is just trying to have a good time (no, it wasn't me he was talking to!). His response was "she was a DIRTY bitch!".

What is wrong with Dutch men??