Things I Learned This Week (And Last)

Many drinks in Paris are served with candy as an accompaniment.
“The real party starts at 7am” (At least, that’s what I’m told).
Not all expat bars are created equal.
You’re not supposed to eat chocolate when drinking wine (aaahhhh!).
It’s not important to win every fight (I think I’m still learning this one).
A (fake) mustache is the secret ingredient to making a great party.
September in the Netherlands requires my winter wardrobe.
If you can drive in Amsterdam, you can drive anywhere.
I can still function on three hours of sleep… though I’d prefer not to have to.
Alcohol + heels + bicycles = a bad idea.
When friends are coming to visit early in the morning, set the alarm.
There’s a decent following of American Football fans in Paris!
I am not a huge fan of grappa. Yet.
If I spill one glass of wine on someone, there’s a good chance I’ll spill another. 😦
In Amsterdam, a sign reading “pin storing” actually means “We apologize for any inconvenience, but credit cards are not accepted at this register.” See the obvious connection?
In the US some of us have been taught that trust can only be given after it has been earned. The French don’t work this way.
Seeing good friends in other countries is just as fun (if not more) as seeing them in your own.
There’s a Frank song for every occasion (including, but not limited to, dancing in living rooms).
Writing notes to myself serves as an effective method for clearing my head.
When you’re really happy, even work doesn’t feel like work (but you still can’t wait for the end of the day)! 🙂