December 19, 2014
So, here’s the last place we stayed in for our Ooh Euro Nasty Tour. There will be things to write about, but nothing, NOTHING is as important as:
We found this awesome little AirBNB place in the funky part of Amsterdam, and I would say more things about it BUT IT HAS A SWING! A SWING DAMMIT! The lady was nice to meet us outside and to hand over the keys, and she let us in through the door and started showing us around. Right from the get go we were blown away at how beautiful it was. Honestly, this was the coolest place in our stop. We saved the best for last. The kitchen was gorgeous, the living room had a huge table, and as she was trying to show us more I saw the glory hanging from the ceiling. I interrupted her:
Is that a swing in the ceiling?
Yes, it is.
Does it work?
Yes, it does.
Can it take someone my weight?
Yes, it can.
From there on out I don’t remember her saying anything else. She showed everyone else what to do and where the keys are and blah blah blah. I didn’t care. This place had a swing. A swing. I stood up on the table and started unhooking it from the ceiling. She started saying something else about the garbage and I couldn’t remember. I got the swing down. I sat it in, slowly, to make sure it could handle my manliness. It did. Then I started swinging. She told me that there’s one rule: only face the other way. Totally cool. I will accept this rule. And that way looks better, anyways. So I started swinging.
You know, most of the blog posts I wrote for our European Trip I wrote long after leaving the place. I’m writing this now, on our first day in Amsterdam. I have no idea what else the video is about, because we didn’t film anything else. My swing part could be only 3 seconds of the final video. I have no clue. But I’m sitting down beside the swing now, looking at it lovingly, and I knew that this was when I had to write about the swing. Holy shit guise. It’s a gotdamned swing inside of a house.
I’ll let future me write the rest of what happens in this video. Sorry. Present me had to write about the swing NAO!
OK FUTURE ME IS HERE. Time to share some pictures!
So, a few stories and thoughts I want to share outside of our love for our last place we stayed in:
Amsterdam left a profound impact on me Seriously. I had such a wonderful time there. I loved the food. I loved the architecture. I loved the people. I loved biking. I loved the weather. I loved going for breakfast at the big bakery close to our place. I loved the fresh markets. I loved everyone’s attitudes. I loved it all so much that I seriously, seriously want to live there. Not like an “ohh yeah I’d live there,” kinda statement, but I want to actually look into how we could live in Amsterdam. And it’s not because we like drugs. We’re drug free, and I’ve never actually done weed in my life ever. That’s not the appeal. I just…I don’t know. It seems like things are done right there.
We’re not going to live in Korea forever. That much we know. We’d love to live in Japan for a bit as well. That much we know, too. But after this trip to Amsterdam, after the end of our Ooh Euro Nasty Tour, I’ve made up my mind that living in Europe is a life choice I’m committed to. We’ll eventually live in Europe. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. But I do know that it’ll happen, and Amsterdam seems like the prime contender for me, and I dream about living in Europe at least once a week. No joke.
Soo Zee almost killed a guy. It was our first time bike riding in Amsterdam, so we were thoroughly confused about the rules. The main one we were surprised by: traffic lights for bikes. I stopped at mine. Soo Zee…umm, didn’t, and drove her bike into the crotch of what I think was an Italian dude. He was fine afterwards, and Soo Zee was thoroughly apologetic and embarrassed. My teasing then didn’t help, that’s for sure, and I still tease her about it to this day. BONUS! I just found that we actually caught it on camera. I called her ducky out of panic, because I saw it happening in slow motion. Really, it’s something I’d expect Martina to do instead. Ha!
I got my first proper shave in Amsterdam. I went to this cool place called Cut Throat Barber. I got the hot towel, the ultra sharp straight edge, and – more interestingly – I also go the aftershave. Ahh…aftershave. The barber warned me beforehand that it was going to hurt. I asked him if I could yell, and he not only permitted it; he encouraged it. And, holy hell, it burned like hell, and I swore correspondingly. Thankfully there weren’t any kids there at the time. But everyone had a good laugh. I am rather creative with my profanity.
We’ve also got some extra scenes from today’s video, if you feel like some more fun. Check em out!
So, that’s it for this week’s WANK, and that’s it for our European Tour videos altogether! I hope you liked them. We had a blast everywhere we went, and we got to film lots of really fun stuff, I think. Now to start planning for next year’s tour and tour videos! US/Canada Tour, anyone? We’re trying to plan it. Let’s hope we can get all the pieces in order!