"Why Hello Amsterdam. I Hope We Can Be Friends."

I'm a day away from my European adventure and I'm feeling a mix of extreme excitement ("yay for traveling!"), nerves ("everyone is going to hate you! The Dutch people will even spit on your stupid American face!"), and a mix between the two (that conversation is too expletive-filled to include on our blog). Mostly, I'm just finishing my packing (my room was so clean just a day ago! Now it looks like a scene from "Sanford and Son," only with more dresses) and having a super lazy day. Okay, a mostly lazy day. I still have a few errands I get to do. Wonderful. But I've also decided I should do some stereotypical American things today before I leave tomorrow. Here's what I have so far:

-watch a dancing/singing/celebrity-doing-one-of-those-beforementioned-acts show.

-shoot animals from a helicopter

-wear a shirt with an American flag, wolf, and eagle on it.

-tearfully sing the American national anthem as I fall asleep tonight

...and that's all I have for the moment. I think that seems like a pretty doable list, right? Right?

-Jamie