Katelyn and Gregory Haskins find their way through—and around—the world
On our way to see His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, it became apparent that cell phones would not be allowed into Crisler Arena. It was a good thing I remembered a few things from the International Spy Museum, because I orchestrated a dead drop to myself. That bush over by the Plant Ops building looked innocuous enough, and I was pleased to find my phone still there a couple hours later, despite poor technique on my part—I could have been made!
After the big snow storm New Year’s Eve/Day, Ann Arbor looks beautiful. I couldn’t resist taking a few pics for posterity. Check them out.
So, as you prolly already know, we’re all home safe by now. We took our separate and unequal transatlantic flights and tiredly arrived back in Michigan. Nick opted not to wear his Dutch wooden shoes through security. Greg thought JFK airport was less than impressive. Katelyn managed to get all her bags out of storage and to the airport.
And so the last day of our trip has arrived. Well, the penultimate day for Katelyn (and anybody else with GRE vocab cards). Much sadness was had but we managed to pull ourselves together enough to go out on the town and rent some bikes. For the record, there are 739,000 people and about 738,999 bikes in Amsterdam (the last guy has a motor-wheelchair so it really defeats the purpose of having a bike).
“…people who are intolerant of other people’s cultures, and the Dutch.” -Austin Powers. Well actually, we quite like the Dutch. And their pancakes.
