D is for Dutch and Seeing Double

On my way flight back to France I flew KLM and had to transfer (a three hour layover, ugh) in Amsterdam. Oddly, or maybe not, EVERY time this one flight attendant came up to me she rambled on quickly in Dutch. I'd stare at her, my eyes extra wide with confusion, shrug my shoulders and say "I don't understand." She'd apologize and then speak to me in English. This also happened at the airport a few times. I don't know. Maybe all this time in France has actually given me some European flair? It's funny – people don't assume (as they did before) that I'm American so readily.

As for the double vision, I didn't get much sleep on the plane (since a little shuteye eluded me I watched The King's Speech and the Tourist) and I'm so tired I can't see straight. I did take a two-hour nap, but I still have an overtired and queasy feeling. Blech. I'm going to try and adjust my clock, staying up and going to bed at the normal hour, but I know I'm going to be out of it for a day or two...

I'll catch up on everybody's blogs 2-morrow.

Ciao for now.


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