The big bicycle debacle
We tried our hand at the Dutch national hobby of riding bicycles, and it was so fun, right up until it wasn't. Look at how shiny and cute this sign is! It felt like an auspicious start to our ride. And look at how adorable and stoked I am to be standing next to a bike! Riding around the busy parts of Amsterdam was more stressful than fun, since you can't really admire your surroundings and take in how beautiful the city is when you fear for your life amongst grumpy Dutch just trying to get from Point A to Point B. Once we pedaled toward some less-busy areas, and were able to stop on a few canals and just admire the view, it felt fun. Then, as we were returning the bikes to the shop, I attempted to ride over a curb, and the bike decided to...not, so I went over the handlebars and bit down on some Dutch concrete, right in front of the bike shop. I earned a fat lip and some loose teeth, which my German dentist put to rights immediately, but for one afternoon I looked like I tried...
