As soon as i staggered off the plane in Amsterdam, backpack, violin case, and my pillow-that-i-couldn't-imagine-spending-three-months-without in tow, I made my way to the closest information desk and had the following enlightening conversation:
Me: "Excuse me, could you kindly tell me where the Starbucks is?" (Amsterdam airport is large, and my need was great.)
Lady at desk: "Around that corner, to the left, and all the way down."
Me: "Thank you. And can you also tell me where McDonald's is?"
Lady at desk: ::pause:: "You're American, aren't you?"
Friday, July 8, 2011
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5 comments:
That's my girl! You're darn right I am!!!!
That's right. Only americans would ask for a Starbucks AND a McDonald's :D
i'm glad your home.... i'm wearing my beautiful new earings. thanks so much katie!
Haha! "Neeeed....french fries...."
Catherine
You should post some pictures!!! How was your time? :)
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