I'll start off with today. My last day in Nijmegen before I continue onward.
This morning was an Impossibly Beautiful Day. So I took a walk, which is something you do on days like that. I listened to "Helplessness Blues,"of course, and strolled around taking pictures of pretty houses. One house in particular stood out to me, although it was gaurded by trees and a wooden fence. I took pictures of it anyways. As I continued walking along, an old man followed me and started speaking to me in Dutch, to which I promptly replied, "Ik spreek niet nederlance, maar ik spreek engels en een betja duits." So, he started speaking to me in English, of course, asking me why I was taking pictures of the house (Because it's so beautiful!), to which he proudfully responded to me by leading me into his backyard, which proved even more beautiful, and leaving me there to take pictures. This is an ode to his house. I asked him if I could live there with him. He laughed, and said that there are most assuredly houses like this in California. . . it's not the same.
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