A few nights ago I went to Cafe Amsterdam, one of the city´s only true “European” restaurants, for dinner for my grandpa´s birthday. It hit me then that I am going to be spending the next 4 months in Europe, and this involves, unsurprisingly, eating European food. Think bread, cheese, potatoes, and meat (or fish, in Norway.) I love all this. However, after a few months, one begins to feel the effects of severe vitamin deficiency. I will now prepare for the impending lack of vitamins by stocking up before I leave. Here, a tribute to the American organic food section of the grocery store.
Pictured below: breakfast.
And here, dinner (with fresh Alaskan salmon, to which nothing can ever compare).
Yesterday I ran a lot of errands, involving a bunch of boring stuff, buying a belt and blah blah blah, but also going to the bank. I know there are ATMs everywhere and currency exchange beforehand isn´t particularly necessary, but it´s fun. I mean, look at it.
Norwegian money is, true, very pretty and intricate, and of course I had used Euros before, but Swiss francs are something else. (and I haven´t seen Turkish money yet…?). Money like this doesn´t even seem real, like you would go out to eat and hand THAT to the server?? It´s almost laughable. In some kind of ridiculous, fantastic dreamworld, people earn and spend that. Yet it´s real. And as Kyle said, if I go to Franklin, that will be our money.
What Alaska doesn´t offer in the aesthetic qualities of its currency, it makes up for in its stamps.
Most days are like this, but real: