Who, me?

One of the happier moments for me so far on this trip took place at the Hague train station. I was standing outside with the luggage, while DH went to get the tram tickets. A woman came up to me, with a clipboard, and starting speaking Dutch to me. I stared at her, “Um, I only speak English.”

“No? You don’t live in Holland?”

“No, but you have totally made my day if you’re telling me I don’t look like an American tourist.”

She looked me up and down, “Oh no, you look like a perfect Hollander.”

YES!