Blame It on the Rain?

This morning we had a fieldtrip up north. We were supposed to meet at school at 8PM. I had spoken with the professor last Friday and assured her that I would manage our class, since she planned on meeting us at the treatment plant, a duty that usually falls to me since I am the class captain. Anyway, I guess I turned off my 7AM alarm instead of hitting snooze and woke up at 8:10AM in a panic. I called a classmate and asked them to hold the bus for me as I grabbed for my glasses and ran out the door. I raced to school in the pouring rain, arriving at 8:20AM wet, sweaty, out of breath, and without deodorant.

We were supposed to arrive at the plant at 9:30AM, but due to some traffic/rain/my tardiness, we only arrived at 11AM. The purpose of the fieldtrip was to see how urine separation systems were implemented in Holland. From what we saw, not very well. During the day we visited two waterboards (regional authorities), a wastewater treatment plant, and saw a lab scale urine treatment reactor, all very nice to see. But our lecturers seemed hypocritical. The premise is to separate urine because it is easier to treat an uncontaminated and undiluted polluted water source than one that is mixed. One lecturer spoke of urine can be treated and the nutrients used for fertilizer, but that is not done in The Netherlands because it is too expensive, there are too many specific agriculture rules, there may be hormones that cannot be removed, etc., all while he was trying to promote this for developing countries. He spoke of how their region is shutting down its smaller treatment plants to get the economy of scale, while our current course is on decentralized water treatment systems. I found most of what we learned today to be hypocritical and not really worth 600km on the bus (yes, we were on the bus for about 7 hours today).

As we returned to Delft at around 6:30PM. The sky was dark, gray with a sickly greenish tone. It had been sunny and hot up north, but as I rode to the shops the clouds were looming. I bought my groceries in record time and as I rode home I could feel the pressure dropping. As I approached the stop lights I prayed for them to change as I sprinted through the street with the gusting wind testing my balance. I felt the first drops as I fumbled for the keys to the bike shed and seconds after I entered I heard the whoosh of a downpour. Moments later it was over.

Apparently, this is what summer is like in Holland.

Regardless, the past few days have been really nice. There have been a lot of little things that have happened...

Visit
My family has booked their flights! Mom, Dad, and the Kid are coming in September. I'm very excited to show them my nice small town. Mom and Dad have been to Amsterdam and briefly Den Haag, but my brother hasn't been to Holland yet. I'm sure he's drooling at the thought of coffeeshops and red lights ;) They will only be here for five days, but I am really looking forward to their visit.

Julavender
Julia likes flowers. She really like lavender. She likes to pick it when she finds it. Yesterday, Julia, Marquinhos, and I went for a bike ride. Though it was raining in the morning, it had cleared up by midday, so we decided to explore the small towns near by. The signage in this country is excellent, so there was no need to plan a route, for where ever we went we were always able to see signs pointing back to Delft. We rested and changed direction as we pleased. I made us stop at a cemetery for a quick walk. In one neighborhood we saw some lavender. So we stopped again and Julia started to pick some. Then some more. Then a guy came out of the adjacent house and started to question her. We had thought it was wild, but apparently it was his and he was a bit upset about our pruning. Julia offered to give it back, but he just stared us down and said it was useless since it was cut and made us feel very guilty. An innocent mistake had us fearing that the Dutch police would be arresting us at any second. We got over that fear pretty soon with a beer in Schpluiden. The lavender looks and smells very nice in Julia's vases.

Leiden
Yesterday was 401 years since Rembrandt's birth . There was a festival all weekend in Leiden for his birthday. That is not why we were in Leiden on Saturday. Giorgia, Bin, and I had planned to go for a conference, to hear a lecture about water management in Africa. We never found the facility. I lead us astray, assuming that the Sociology building would be within the university grounds, not on the other side of town. So we went for coffee instead. Giorgia and I had coffee. Bin had beer, almost deserting me and Giorgia when we told the waitress not to serve him (it seemed he was still enjoying the drinks he had the night before). As we were wandering through town we noticed some people in costume. Apparently they were Rembrandt's whores. Then we saw more. It was like Disneyland, but with dentists and nuns and painters and dead men being carried through town. There were some nice plays and celebrations that we did not see, but chose to have lunch on a canal boat and admire the crowds instead. I wonder if the lecture would have been as interesting?

Other
I have finally recovered from last Thursday's capoeira class. Julia, Carol, and I went last week after some time away. Besides an unexpected kick to the stomach (OK, I expected it, but was just a bit slow to tense my abs), the rest of the class was quite successful. We got to climb ropes like in elementary school gym class. My chest was sore for days and my legs are still a bit tight, but we had fun. It made our Saturday futbol match a bit difficult at first, but after warming up I was fine. Of course, after the game I recovered with beer and chocolate chip cookies.