After two weeks in Scandinavia, itās clear: we are both too Dutch for proper recycling. Secretly hoarding our trash to avoid a reprimanding from our AirBnb host as he hovers over his six-compartment recycling bin, we continue our trip from rural Sweden to Copenhagen looking for a public recycling station.
āImagine if we got so nervous about doing it wrong that we ended up just dumping these bags by the roadsideā I say to Anja. (Continue)
āDo you want this problem to get smaller or bigger?ā
āI still love you, but Iāll be doing it from behind this line.ā
āBlaue Augen sind besser als braune Augenā (āBlue eyes are better than brown eyesā, 10-year-old brown-eyed German boy to his blue-eyes brother at the Okura Hotel breakfast bar) (Continue)
I never get much reading done unless Iām sleeping elsewhere. Most often, I associate sleeping elsewhere with having time off, and having time off means Iām away from a computer screen. This frees up time for reading.
Anja had booked a suite for my birthday at Okura, and six months after I turn 33, Covid measures are finally so mild that we actually get to do it. Itās on the sixteenth floor, overlooking the Amsterdam Centre and West Side. (Continue)
āSlept a little, had a midnight snack, went in for a bathroom break. Slept some more. Basically the life of a four-year-oldā she says, and she tells me about her flight to Stockholm. She has been sleeping poorly lately; I say ālatelyā but I only met her last month, so I donāt know what her sleep hygiene is, although she says āit has improved since I began falling asleep in your armsā. (Continue)