journeying onward...

analog post to last time!
for tonight, i am getting on a bus and i will wake up (read: roll over for the umpteenth time and wish i had slept) in amsterdam!
that's right, hayley b in amsterdam. to those who know me, this may seem like an oxymoron. but i've been told the jewelry is beautiful... so i plan on checking that out. ha.
the reason i am going, however, is for a CONCERT! to see STARS! play! which is very exciting!

moving on to the past: bornholm is a beautiful place. a little slice of adorable tranquil island life. on saturday i biked 60 kilometers! unfortunately, since i had been sick, i decided i should stay in on sunday and try to just relax and not push myself because i didn't want to get worse. (in case you're keeping track, this cold is STILL with me. it's nearly gone, really very close, but it's like hanging onto the cliff of my immune system with one, tiny, claw.) even though i didn't get to bike as much as i'd like to, the weekend was still quite nice. i had some quality alone time, wrote a song about bornholm (in keeping with my theme of writing a song when i go on trips [wrote one about Jylland] [does this mean i should write one about amsterdam?]), but also made some friends and had some good quality social interaction. which, admittedly, i haven't really been having very much of lately. so it was a good, balanced weekend.

wasn't so easy being vegan. the hostel food was not so goodly. but as always, i was resourceful and it was fine.

what else? oh yeah.

I would like to offer a Public Apology. (This Public Apology brought to you by the letter C and the number 4.)

I would like to apologize to Hayley's Sense of Direction. Hayley's Sense of Direction, you and I have not had such a goodly relationship. We've had our ups and downs, but let's face it: I used to make fun of you a lot. I used to tell people bad stories about you.
But, Hayley's Sense of Direction, I think you've been misunderstood all this time. I think you were never meant to be relied upon in a chunk of metal (read: car) hurtling at 60 mph down a highway. After all, your name isn't Hayley's Find Her Way Around Highways. I think your domain is slower, more grounded: on foot, or bike. Hayley's Sense of Direction, I feel I should tell you: you've been downright thriving in this domain.
Hayley's Sense of Direction, you have not let me down once since coming to this new city, as new to you as me. In fact, you have gotten me out of some sticky situations. Was it not you who found several routes to the Health Food Store, when another way was blocked? Was it not you, Hayley's Sense of Direction, who navigated throngs of people along the windy confusing pedestrian streets to avoid the traffic of the more straight-forward roads? And was it not you who, when I was silly enough to miss all the bridges over the canals near my apartment, immediately located us on a map in Østerbro, found a Fair Trade Shop, and got us home, almost sans map? Hayley's Sense of Direction, you are the most under-appreciated Sense in the land of Hayley. I offer apologies for so long dissing you behind your metaphorical back. I had never even given you a chance.
And now, Hayley's Sense of Direction, I rely on you regularly. And you, nonjudgmental, never holding a grudge, ever mature... you never let me down. For this I thank you, Hayley's Sense of Direction.

and with that...