Hi Canada! Let me show you my new little friend, partial mega (and growing) addiction called Next Issue Canada. You know Netflix? Well, it’s like that and the app is actually F___ING amazing. Yeah, legit. Allow me to walk you through now kay seen>>>>
So, first lets pick out what we wanna read. Speaking of “read”, check what is written at the top so you’s know what’s going on in this crazy mixed up world! Ipad couch internet combing marathons comprised the majority of time spent maxin and relaxin whilst in Europe. 1. I was super informed and 2. a well 6 hours ahead of you. It makes you arrogant.
Top left, there’s ma girl now I’s just gots to knows some more.
Here’s a little bit more info for you because they are just so nice. There’s no need to hoard your magazines, or clutter, no nonsense. I really like it. A total treasure.
Every page is a new painting in your hands. Bye bye paper.
Now, I love a good blog but now we’ve got a serious run for our money again as the old media adopts digital. I think both genres can tread, deliver definitely and besides, are magazines not publications unto themselves forever more. The originators. “Gazettes” if you will? They are titans and I think they should be honoured, and thus they provide top notch entertainment for the “new world”, as in digital.
Now here’s the money. It’s the Netflix of magazines and magazines are the movies of print. Everybody wins. If your favourite starlet is doing well BLAM she’s in every glossy rag.
Not to obsess or anything but it is refreshing to read print that you haven’t already read before on Buzzfeed, Jezebel, dailydot, reddit, etc. and those are the things you only discover in magazines, that you pay for. The internet is free and therefore cheap so we get cheap thrills. But magazines are subscription based or you buy one, in print, which negates the whole anti-clutter thing blah blah environment (though it is fact)… and further more I love it you should try it and it’s free right now for 30 days, sign up and then un-sign up if you hate it simple as that, just download it guy you will not be disappointed! xoxo.
Continuing now with my nonsense of things from abroad, here is my last Friday night in Holland. They had that edible paper pasted to our bread and I’m covering the name because I am private like that. Anyway I tasted it and it was like very fine barely even paper bland/remniscent of the bread flavour in taste. That sentence fuckin sucked, sorry.
I love this place for various reasons, multiple sentimental levels that if I typed them out you’d just big fat “oh so what” yawn at me for it. It’s a shower then it’s a grower but it still agitates you a bit because after final dinner service it turns into a night club, the energy is palpable to you as you dine and especially on a Friday night. It’s an influential vibe as in, you drink.
Then another night he had a croquette and beer craving, one of those days you just eat nothing satisfying I suppose so we went out late to this one somewhat local place, we threw maybe ten euros in coins into this and lost it all pretty fast but the best part was watching two dudes come in and play a machine each and you could tell they were on a tear, a full Euro tear. People watching in Europe is 1000% more interesting especially if you know what country they come from because they are so much closer to it, and all those things you’ve heard about this such and such a person or that becomes live before your very eyes. I can’t describe it, I won’t. It’s just good.
Same place. We came here one of my first nights too. They only let us leave with our tall boys instead of serve us beer there. Funny laws in Europe and loop holes everywhere. This night however we made it in time and it was packed with truck drivers, lots of Polish ones and other east Euro kinds. It’s infuriating not being able to understand anybody because my boyfriend erupts in laughter every other minute and I’m like WHAT?? WHAT!? And he has to continue listening because it’s so good whatever they’re saying and by the time they’re done we have to whisper talk because they notice we’re watching, and the moment is over.
This was my last Thursday. We visited our favourite park, the one with the trees and flowers and the necklace and our only other social life, the ducks we fed since they were ducklings.
Everything we did this week was tainted with emo because I was leaving soon. No snow though bro.
bf asked if my outfit was a Canadian flag ahhaha.
A girl at work was wearing similar Pumas to these today except with extra embellishments and flare. I pointed them out and commented. I left behind ALL of my shoes from spring. It feels like being a divorced kid.
Then when something cute happens or we laugh we’re like aw ahahahh then sad because wah going to miss that. He pretended he was filming me so I was all berserk wtf.
5 papes left warning/calling card.
Me in Germany with my friend.
Now we are in Germany on my last Tuesday. I only know this from hanging up a calendar and Flickr tells me the date the photo was taken (the 14th), quite handy that. I flew the sixteenth so depression was at an all time high.
Peach/pink gorgeous place is where that yuppie told us to eat.
My static blog was keeeeeling me. Plus, I have a couple things to do that I “can’t” from winding down after work so one hand blames the other. I feel like if I personal blog, me-blog, like “I’m in trubs” because I did something but not the priority things. But maybe I need to personal blog to open up the creative flood gates and make way for the to do. Which I can’t quit whining about. I think after jet lag then confronting post vacay blues, emo acceptance and thrust into moving stress as well as back to work getting into the groove of (which am happy to report: all is good there) I needed to just, do those things. Period.
I uploaded 500 photos from abroad like a mad man and it’s starting to give me Obsessive Compulsive Disorder anxiety and worry “I will forget” #neverforget.
So here are photos from my last night, in Germany, the night before I left. My last supper. At a Deutschland potato place. Don’t get me started on the food. It’s really good, I will just leave it at that. BORINGLY that. Hee.
Imagine Yogurt with a J. It is real. Jogurt. It’s cute.
Hispanic prawn what? This is english provided menu, thank god. Reading German is like reading a made-up cartoon language on the care bears. I dunno. I know that’s really ignorant, but words are just SO LONG.
I had Fanta vodka. YOLO
Those are good signs for British people.
You’re kidding me. Love it.
The tables were covered in papers, so many menus, we were sitting in wooden church pew-like booths and everything had that old classic look and feel to it. Authentasia.
The outside. We ran around lost for a long time getting colder and colder and finally I made us ask someone and then we found this place. It’s like finding a giganticer Yorkville, Distillery, Old Mtl, etc. BUT real deal Germania.
And you don’t understand a thing.
A yuppie told us to go here. His kinda place. Okaaay. linen service place. I guess it’s a compliment. It had more of a work drinks vibe to it.
Cuckoo clock shit like this everywhere. My favourite.
A lone man smoking here, I doubled back and took a photo of the lemons, the moment.
That’s the man there. Each tiny place was cookie cutter Paddington bear set in nature.
Like seriously.
Took quite a bit to settle/decide on where to eat. This was a cafe that boasted, like, Timothys, but was really a restaurant, a proper one. I’m not a picky eater anymore, just selector. Because I hate being settled then realizing you’re in a hole or their menu is ridiculous. Food snob all the way forever more and nothing but. Deal with it.
Forgot to bring smokes, bf had to buy some here. They have cigarette machines everywhere here in abundance like the 70’s. 80’s. Super time warp.
Sure. A spot light behind a terra cotta Jesus’ biblical times water vase, cliche whatever have fun.
Okay that is good. It’s so nice there.
Lots of Gothic black roofs. It’s their thing. You can tell by the stripe in their flag.
Moving over to Holland, I discovered this particular favoured way of marketing this particular feature film. #interesting. and #goodluckwiththat does it work?
Speaking of Germany, had just gotten back from there this evening.
I left this coat for sister. She doesn’t know that yet.
What I had for Linner in Germany. I thought I ordered something more mexican but received gyro Greek. Okay then. I still love this place.
Huge burgers if Big Macs were flat and round like massive saucers.
Catching up on my local fashion cultures.
This was before NYE, we were like hmm what to do/want to do that but we are old. Still it was fun and exciting. I’m a big fan of “before” anticipation. I’m sure you love a pre-game too.
Classic retro repro posters hang everywhere, mirrors so you can spy on everything and person. We came in during a Vanilla sky sunset. Can’t forget the magic of Christmas ornaments donning everything everywhere.
That’s a festival bracelet. Tiny bolts are on the other side, stacked.
He explained this one to me but I forget. Go for it.
Dick Tracy lights.
Sith Lord what.
Jesus. Ballin’. I always do a good 2 avocados a week from the couch. Rock salt and lime guy.
My last Friday in Holland, went for a Fridate bender and that’s my beloved tree in the back yard and it was misting. Then my hat fell in a puddle. Hehaha.
Baha don’t ask. Bottom left is what gingerale looks like over there and it’s hard to find but has since been easier or they order more at our grocery store finally.
This is back in Holland now.
Yep I look stupid it is not just your imagination but maybe no game is my game.
I love this part of Holland.
I am tired now/need to move along. To be continued. Oh, I’m up for a travel category blog award now as well as life time achievement and life. ZZzz bye!
Here’s a post I began, don’t know when, but abandoned sure enough off to somewhere with no time to spare. I’m back now in Canada and completely brain fried. Yay. I know that I hated my prawn pasta dinner but was too much of a priss to send back so I soldiered through. This was my last Friday in Holland. Sigh. Guess I’m still a delicate infant in denial. Glad to be back at work to occupy me of course, and be social. I go back Monday.
Here’s my afternoon backwards in Osnabruk, Germany. Just some highlights cos we’re on the way out again to see sis and our buddy.
Now not to be a dick here but, if a Canadian chef went to Germany to do their thing they would kill it on account of the zero competition. I’ll throw a “just saying” on that for good measure. I’m just talking about the salads, I dunno, it is all classic style generally for the most part.
Well there’s a painting.
Deer head in a tree FTW.
TURN OFF DAS LICHT!
I watched the book thief last night, which is also set in an old charming German town.
These “Usies” were dimly backlit so by this point I was making face like that.
This is the town he came to buy his first ipad ever. It was cheaper in Germany.
This weirdo building sticks up all adorable like that godddd.
She painted this shoe it’s on her twitter header @artwaif. One of the many highlights of reading her blog was when she went to Burning Man and seeing her preparations for that. Girl crafts, yo. Hoola hoops, glitter, paint, etc. OKAY BACk TO ME NOW.
I got to be a hand model for work did I tell you? Always keeping those bad boys in check.
A few days before NYE.
Raymi Lauren.
Amazing. I was jealous. So much is going on with this burger. A pineapple? WTF I would throw that off. The smokey burger plus the warm tandoori creamy sauce blew my mind, and it’s open face and messy as hell. He ordered it.
I had a tosti and because the spicy-peppery thinly sliced salami was charcuterie-level and the sandwich was pressed thin, I wasn’t jealous of his lunch for very long. I try to eat super light if at all in the day since we gorge all night long.
These stairs are daring. The side at the right is so thin it’s like walking on a ledge, you must pay attention to your feet at all times it’s like a paper fan, hard to convey go see for yourself. I am a recovering foot injured person, falling is a new paranoia added to my list of hypochondria. Fact: I am accident-prone.
I call this: Elitist PR girl porn.
I call this: Desperate housewife.
Dutch bathroom time. Futuristic retro and Japan-like. Sidenote: I have never been to Japan but I have a Hello Kitty complex.
Efficient. Very common typical and the button on the wall too. I love toilets here because they are huge and you can fill it up with all the tp you want. I’m sorry but I make mountains.
AHHH see.
Swoon.
Stuff like this inspires me forever. It’s like dopamine looking at and romanticizing surroundings you escape to in your dreams.
I love you. I love Eu. I love Europe.
Oh you know just a house castle just around the corner.
It was a lovely day. I really love this house. This style, it screams English cottage. His mom was just here and gave me some bg info on Holland, it is largely French inspired actually and Napoleon had his fingers all over it. His brother was the King and lived in this palace in Amsterdam btw. Then all of his siblings became a queen or a king. What a crazy time that would have been.
Good timing on this film. Football hooligans.
End of year errands were done in the evening. They call New year’s eve-eve Old year. It’s confusing hearing people talk sometimes, their expressions are amusing. On NYE I could not for the life of me think of ONE example of an English expression (two birds one stone for example) but now they’ve all come flooding in. I said that the Dutch speak in riddle all the time “expressions” and they said no they do not. I dunno, whatever it keeps you on your toes.
Then he got a haircut.
I bought perfume (it’s really weak) and this bottle is almost empty.
This was hangover from NYE, the morning after old year. Aardappelschotel – holland potatoes with German ham. Fried eggs over them. Was good and filling, I didn’t eat too much.
A chick I work with hooked me up with a bunch of jerk spice marinades. She gets me. We marinated these legs for three days, we ate one batch but knew we would be hung after new year’s eve. Planning in advance is key to party.
I don’t know if I blogged this. Look how bossy I look. She’s trying to plug her ear from the firework explosions the men were setting off right outside. God that was an experience alright.
Left these here in the spring and I don’t think I even wore them once. Canada infiltrating yeah!
Dressing the part for the sojourn to Germany.
The tree is gone now.
If I ever sell bibles I will keep this outfit in mind.
Trying to remember if you have blogged an instagram photo before or not is tough. I try to be thorough, it is annoying. I am just trying to be a better blogger. Isn’t that cute and virtuous? If anything, this creation is a gift to myself to preserve all of the awesome I ever did and loved.
We have talked about this one before. I was surprised how small it was. Van Gogh is the one who cut off his ear. What a weirdo. I draw the line well before self mutilation.
I’m going to go eat a handful of that meat right now and press publish because It’s time to stretch these legs and straighten this hunch. Have a great I can’t believe that it’s Friday. RLW.
There is no way to get a photo with this iconic thing alone. We made it werk though.
Nice red hair, I’ll do that next thanks.
I can see sis walking away between the m and s. We went with dutch mum and her sister met up with us too, then later mom dutch ditched us. Lol.
I took many pictures, naturally. I only uploaded a smaller-ish amount because I still have loads of other things previously uploaded and I don’t intend to move forward until I go back, as annoying and as over it as I am. The blog must go on. Fourteen years strong. Yeezus.
Had a groovy time at Rijksmuseum. Posing in front of many historical, ancient, big deal paintings before many tourists with varying degrees of reaction to their encounter with World Class Canadian ambassador to The Netherlands Super star RTM esquire.
Yes I read up on the things I exploited. Happy there was English to be read at all.
Hugh Lumberjackman ponders chopping down that tree…
Yo relax.
I get you.
Concentration camp jacket. I’ll show you the photo of the girl it belonged to next Raymsterdam post.
Sister “the artist” (of all things) blew me away with how bored she became quickly. I was digging it but I did enjoy how ADD like me she was and we breezed right on through that place. It was like the ROM but, Euro.
Hallo.
We met up with a friend of hers who gave us a cool insider tour of the “real” artisty shit. The insider peek. And I’ll be sure to show you when I have some GODDAMN TIME!
Like this adorabs place.
Orange is their colour.
Should have bought. Am 30 years old. Should have bought.
Not suppose to take pics in here. Try and stop me. I was like you should not have brought me in here. I was coasting on shopohol from the previous day. I bought pearl earrings, a sweater, gloves, some souvenirs for peeps, and fudge for bf. I still have more damage to do before leaving in a week. The countdown is on. I should have bought a troll.
Hashtag brutal.
Classic. I bought wine/booze box replicas of these houses. They lay flat so I can travel with them. Lighter than all the porcelain I plan to purchase. I’m just going to put a TAKE ONE box in the lunch space at work.
See those red lights… Sister’s friend made us go haha. I was so paranoid and shy I guess but you MUST GO if you go to Amsterdam. If you take pictures which I recommend not doing, their pimps will beat you. All the girls are plastic so it’s just like basically walking through a strip club, replete with dudes in jogging pants.
And behind me is a café. Yes, that kind of café. Also a must. Those are my house boxes on the table.
And my new best friend called mustard hat. I got tired of seeing pictures of myself in my roots knit beret beanie.
I know I will lose weight when I get home, don’t care. Yolo. Enjoy your life.
I don’t know why this got all distorted, thanks instagram. I realized there was free wifi halfway through combing the museum and the ONE thing I uploaded (to facebook) roaming on my own data skyrocketed my data usage to 1.52MB ughhh. BTW that’s a selfie of Van Gogh.
Bicycle heaven. If I lived here I would have a crazy decked out bike. Well, I do kind of live here and I do have a bike but it’s just practical. And awesome. I wish I could fly home with it but you have to have a bike here and shipping one would be economically insane.
I spent 72 Euros on shirts and got 12 of them. Thanks H&M discounts. My boots were 89 euros, ha, “boots”. I wanted black ankle motorcycleish ones but everything I liked they didn’t have in my size. These are winterized in the soles and I can actually walk nicely in them, so lets do this!
Ready for the lamest fashion show evs?
This will be a work shirt.
My damage. Cheapskate forevs. The Euro symbol is pretty crazy, I always confuse it for the pound which is very similar.
Ha ha Canadian tuxedo time. This shirt will so be going to Hailey.
Sis bought this dress too.
I wasn’t sure if I could make this work but why not?
Of course the one pair of shoes I like are this number in price, which is MORE considering the exchange. Every time I take out money and check my account I see how much it is getting raped. But I haven’t done any shopping yet so, I deal.
Les original.
Nice sky.
Not many change rooms to go around.
This feels like last week it was just two days ago.
Yay! And that’s all I have to say about that. Bye!
