Zero Hour...
...it's 5:31 a.m., Local Leiden Time...Steef, our program director, is coming in an hour and 29 minutes to check me out of "mijn kamer" (my room), the place I've called home for the past 4 months. This last week has all sort of just rushed together, and it's a bit strange knowing that I'm going to be home in 23 hours. Today, I thought to myself "this is the last time I'll see Leiden in the daylight...at least for a long time." It was such a strange thought to me. My college years aside, I've grown up in the same house since I was born, and that's been my home for 21 years. Then 4 months ago I plunged myself into a foreign culture 5000 miles away from home--and this shift back home is feeling as abrupt as the first one.
Don't get me wrong: I'm ready for home, but I also have a bit of a home here. The guys in Ak-Al call me "vriend" now. I didn't really buy into the whole "reverse culture shock" idea, but now (and granted, maybe it's the 5:37a.m. in me talking) I can kind of see what Pieter was talking about during our last class. Looking back at where I was 4 months ago, I've come amazingly far. It amazes me because it never really soaked in until now, and I think it's because those things just seemed so natural.
This last weekend all of the students got together and when to the "Pannenkoekenhuis" (Pancake House), which is where we all had our first meal together the night we arrived. I can remember sitting down in that place, and having to ask Steef so many questions--because I couldn't read word of the menu! "Spek? Kaas? Slagroom?" (don't run off to your pocket Nederlands-Engels dictionary, that's "Bacon, Cheese, and Whipped Cream" respectively. This time around, I had no trouble ordering my pannenkoek met "Ham, Kaas, and Ananas" (pineapple). Yeah, that's right. A pancake the size of a medicine ball with ham, cheese, and pinapple inside...mooi lekker!
I should wrap this up, as my early-morning flight looms ever closer...despite my skepticism, this place has changed me, more than I really expected it to. I don't think I'll really know how much until I go home and try order my french-fries with mayo (which actually isn't that bad once in a while...)
Don't get me wrong: I'm ready for home, but I also have a bit of a home here. The guys in Ak-Al call me "vriend" now. I didn't really buy into the whole "reverse culture shock" idea, but now (and granted, maybe it's the 5:37a.m. in me talking) I can kind of see what Pieter was talking about during our last class. Looking back at where I was 4 months ago, I've come amazingly far. It amazes me because it never really soaked in until now, and I think it's because those things just seemed so natural.
This last weekend all of the students got together and when to the "Pannenkoekenhuis" (Pancake House), which is where we all had our first meal together the night we arrived. I can remember sitting down in that place, and having to ask Steef so many questions--because I couldn't read word of the menu! "Spek? Kaas? Slagroom?" (don't run off to your pocket Nederlands-Engels dictionary, that's "Bacon, Cheese, and Whipped Cream" respectively. This time around, I had no trouble ordering my pannenkoek met "Ham, Kaas, and Ananas" (pineapple). Yeah, that's right. A pancake the size of a medicine ball with ham, cheese, and pinapple inside...mooi lekker!
I should wrap this up, as my early-morning flight looms ever closer...despite my skepticism, this place has changed me, more than I really expected it to. I don't think I'll really know how much until I go home and try order my french-fries with mayo (which actually isn't that bad once in a while...)
