So I headed over to Zeist on my bike, but I forgot to SMS and say that I was earlier than I'd thought... I got there and the doctor's office (L lives above it) was still open, so I was able to just walk in without ringing the bell. So I climbed the two flights of stairs, expecting to find her on the couch watching movies like she had said she was. Well, the TV was on, the blanket was on the couch, and there were dishes everywhere (she hasn't been able to do them because of her hand injuries), but no Liselotte. So I knocked on her bedroom door (lightly, because I thought she might be sleeping), and got no answer. So I figured she must have run to the supermarket or something, so I sat down in the living room, started watching ER, and picked up my phone to SMS her. But as I was typing, I saw that her phone was lying in the couch. So I decided to just sit and wait... and about ten minutes later, she came walking in (she HAD been asleep), then almost had a heart attack to find me sitting there. ("Wil je dat NOOIT weer doen?!"...) Anyway, so we made lasagna and watched TV and talked, and then I left on my bike... biked another 15 km, dus!!! I'm good. :)
So then yesterday I went to Eindhoven to see 'Stacker' and get a 'city tour' haha... which turned out to be sitting in the V&D for two hours, then walking around a bit, then sitting at a restaurant for two hours... talking about everything from IQs to Independence Day vs. Armageddon to statistics to the geography of the Netherlands (I was 'quizzed' about city locations...) to the 'village nut' on his motorbike... the time flew by... and then I got back on the train for the second hour of what would be a four-hour train day...
Went back to Utrecht (hour 2)... then to Zwolle (hour 3, in the spitsuur, with every seat full)... then to Emmen (hour 4)... and then we went to bed early, because M had to get up at 5.50 to go to work and I was tired from not getting enough sleep this week, plus I had bad stomach cramps, source unknown... So we crashed out, and then he got up this morning tired and droopy while I was actually pretty awake, and couldn't figure out why. And then I realized it was my James Weldon Johnson and Stanton days kicking in again... that was seven years of waking up at six every weekday. So nowadays, I can wake up at seven or eight or nine o'clock and still be tired, but if I get up at six, I'm not only awake, but hungry. Very odd.
So now I'm in Emmen, as I said, sitting upstairs being antisocial. His mom is downstairs preparing all different kinds of meat (we're barbecuing tonight - M's brother and his brother's girlfriend (whom neither of us can stand) are coming too) and his dad is, I believe, singing. At least that's what it sounds like.
I have 15 days left, and they are all full.
7 - class; turn in my final essay about Middle Dutch which I have now FINISHED!!!
8 - last day of classes! Plus meeting Antoanette in between classes.
9 - MARCO BORSATO!!! with Linde, Alette, and Martin (poor guy, surrounded by chicks all day)
10 - train to Paris
11 - Paris; pick Faith up in the morning, shopping, then bike tour of the city at night
12 - Paris; maybe going to Monet's garden
13 - leave Paris
14 - 11.30 Marrit, 16.30 Wim's last lesson (in Doetinchem)
15 - (hopefully) see Pauline, (hopefully) Peter will pick up my bed, (hopefully) go to Emmen
16 - Emmen
17 - Emmen
18 - beach with Linde
19 - Emmen
20 - Emmen
21 - going home!
At least I hope I'll be going home, because I haven't received my plane tickets yet. Why not? I checked the option of 'fast delivery'. It's been three weeks! Well, I just sent a couple of e-mails to the company, so we'll see what happens.