If the windmills weren't a giveaway: I'm in Holland.
In my constant and undying search for adventures, I decided to return to Europe, where I think that I have left my heart.
Something about the winding old world streets, fuel efficient cars, cheap wine, and plenty of sense has drawn me in. I've been searching for a way inside, and finally, I've found.... magic wooden shoes!
Ok, NO. Jack and I are distant cousins but we ain't chewing the same beans. I got myself interviewed by the Amsterdam office of my company - yes a full day of IQ tests, character tests, case interviews. It was very unique. Here I am, on my final interview (with this funny guy!) on a sailboat. In another ten minutes I'll be soaking wet from a sudden downpour. I think they just thought it was humorous to put me on a boat in a suit and get water logged. Hey - check out the new girl! I just kept saying "oh yes, I'm fine!" "What a funny story!" Ha. Ha.
But am I really ready for a "a day in the life of" your standard expat Amsterdammer? Just not quite so sure. Still thinking it over, but feel free to cast your vote.
Will it be Amsterdam? Or more of Norkys Batista?Tough call.
