|Cute yellow houses, Utrecht-Overvecht|
We arrived just over 24 hours ago and I've already taken K on several walks (it's her 7th birthday today!), found the gym I'll start Bodypump at tomorrow evening (15 minutes walking distance!) and got the basics at a couple grocery stores. So, let me fill you in on the craziness of pet travel, as well as my first impressions of Holland:
- I took Transavia Airlines, as they had the best (and only direct) route from Barcelona to Amsterdam. I LOVE how organized and helpful they are; I Facebooked them to confirm the boarding process, etc, and we arrived with plenty of time to get through dog security and board
- A few minutes before the plane was due to take-off, I asked the airline hostess to check if K was en route to the right cargo hold and she said yes, don't worry
- Two minutes later, a different hostess came and said "The captain has a question for you about your dog. I'm not sure what". So, I followed her to see the captain
- "The kennel is too big to fit in straight..." EEK. PANIC. How could that be possible? It follows international regulations. I was freaking out inside; would they kick us off the plane?
- It turns out they just needed to take K out and put her back in once the kennel was securely in the plane, which they couldn't do without the owner present. So...I got to hang out with the captain for a minute, wear a yellow cargo vest, and hang on to K and then convince her to re-board the cargo escalator. How cool is that?! I came back to the captain on the intercom, explaining that K's kennel was the reason we were a few minutes delayed
- Before we started our descent, the airline hostesses checked on K for me again (without me even asking), and came to explain how to find her in the airport.
- The cargo man, though, was not so helpful. He left me with the giant kennel, suitcase, and no trolley. As I was organizing my things and struggling with a trolley I found, an airport staff member told me I couldn't walk with K outside her kennel until after customs. What?! How am I supposed to push a 31kg dog in a massive kennel and a 27kg suitcase on a trolley that isn't big enough for either? I tried for about 5 minutes before a bunch of KLM staff were like "What are you doing??!" and when I explained why I was attempting the impossible, they said "You don't have to follow that rule!" and "We're so sorry they left you alone like this!" Then, they proceeded to help me find "Arrivals 4" where the taxi van company I had booked was.
- Kiara was so excited by everything that she went to the bathroom on the airport floor. Ugh. I was mortified - but then a lady came up to me and said, "Don't worry, she's probably just excited." Turns out we were right outside a makeup stand. She gave me bags, kleenex, disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizer to clean it up. "See, everything's fine," said the lady, "She chose the best spot in the airport!" Wow. They are SO nice here!
The House (with 2 other dogs, 2 cats, 3 kittens and 7 people including 1 kid!)
|Study time - Utrecht!|
|Our bedroom for the next two months!|
- We arrived an hour later to the house in Utrecht-Overvecht. The people I'm staying with (7 of them in a 3 storey house!) all seem lovely and very chill.
- Sharina, the girl that I found the house through on Airbnb has a Poodle Pekinese cross and her boyfriend has an Argentinian Shepherd cross - so gorgeous!
- Their 7 year old kid, Sebastian, is cute, well-behaved and loves playing with something called a Hoverball; it's shaped like half a soccer ball and is basically an indoor ball that claims not to bounce and is less damaging to your house
- I haven't spend any time with the other housemates - everyone is out and about on the weekend, but I briefly met a girl from Portugal who will be doing a Masters here. Everyone seems to be fine with Kiara
- Everyone except the two adult cats - the male, Carlos, looked like he wanted to pounce on her (but we've only seen him once. Cats kinda go in and out at their will and do their own things, I guess). Lily hates her. Kiara is pretty persistent in trying to get her to play and every time she swats and growls; hopefully K will learn!
- The kittens, however, are another story. At first they were terrified that a giant beast wanted to play, but they are super curious - so are starting to get used to her. The grey one, Abla is my favourite - she's adorable! I'd never actually seen a kitten before (I'm not usually around cats), but wow. So cute. The red one is called Abby, and the black one is called Rebel, which is ironic because he's the most shy.
|Abla at the top of the stairs|
|Abla sizing K up (who is standing at the bottom of the stairs)|
|Look of wide-eyed terror when K's face is a few inches from hers|
|Dodo, the awesome Argentinian Shepherd Cross|
|Kiara on her 7th birthday - September 4th, 2016|
Overall First Impression
- A cleaner, friendlier England with better built houses, a greater love of pets, amazingly helpful people, and slightly better weather (although the whole pour like crazy and then be sunny five seconds later theme is definitely relevant)
- Grocery stores don't take credit cards. WHAT?! Nor will they accept a foreign debit/Electron/Maestro card. Seriously?!! I was so fed-up today that I just withdrew a couple hundred bucks from my Canadian account to be my "grocery money".
I think I'll settle into a routine here fairly quickly. I have the gym schedule saved, a lunch meeting with my host supervising professor tomorrow and classes start on Wednesday. Stay tuned for academic adventures as well as some day trips around Holland and perhaps a few words of Dutch! Tot later!