It’s no secret that I have sleeping problems. I blog about it, I talk about it, and I’m sure that everyone is tired of hearing me say that I’m tired.
But why I have sleeping problems remain a mystery. Sometimes I can’t sleep because of nightmares. Sometimes it is because I have thoughts that keep me awake. Other times it could be excitement, or adrenaline, or anything really.
But last night, or rather this morning, my sleep was disturbed by a word, specifically a Dutch word.
Bezuinigen. Buh-zow-nih-ghun.
It means to cutback, for instance in budgets. To economize.
It wasn’t the meaning of this word that woke me up. I’m not laying in bed at night worried about budgets or bezuinigingen or whatever.
But somehow the word pushed itself into my subconscious, raised my subconscious into my consciousness, and then woke me the f*ck up.
Bezuinigen, I thought, as I lay there awake but eyes closed trying to get back to sleep. Bezuinigen.
Bezuinigen. Bezuinigen. Bezuinigen.
Bezuinigen, Bezuinigen, Bezuinigen, Bezuinigen, Bezuinigen, Bezuinigen, Bezuinigen.
BezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigen
BezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigen
BezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigen
BezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigenBezuinigen
Over and over and over and over until I was one hundred perfect fully awake, and somewhat pissed.
What a shitty way to wake up, and an even shittier way to stay awake, by not being able to get one simple word out of your head.
Sorry for the cursing, can you tell I’m tired?
In other better news, tomorrow I fly to Belfast for a long weekend where I will meet with my cousin (the same one I met in Milan last year). I’ve never been to Belfast but have always wanted to go, so I’m really excited.
And even more exciting is that we will be in a hotel! A real, live hotel! Not a hostel or someone’s house or an apartment like all the other trips I have taken this year . That means: comfy bed, fresh clean sheets, no dog around (sorry Mylo!), breakfast buffets, fluffy robes and slippers, and maybe (ooooo just maybe) room service! It’s going to be heaven.
My cousin will be lucky if I leave the room long enough to meet up with her!
Have a great weekend everyone!
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Words Elsewhere:
Hotel V: What to do in Amsterdam this weekend: 4/5 May (It’s a great weekend to be in Amsterdam if you like history and national pride!)
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You too?! And here I was thinking I was the only one obsessing over long Dutch words in bed (and on the bike, and while walking, and on the train…everywhere, actually). What fun to find your blog tonight. (:
Yes, and it happened again while I was just away on holiday! Hopefully this is a sign that I am adapting to the language. Hopefully.
You too?
Slowly but surely it is seeping into me, this stubborn nederlands, and it’s a huge relief to finally be able to emerge from a Dutch birthday party without frustration-tears. (:
Hey Amanda! How is/was Belfast? I`m asking because I`ve recently returned from there and I`m curious how you perceived the city.
I still remember the great Irish breakfast!!
I love, love, love, loved it! I saw while I was away that you posted about Dublin but I didn’t have good enough access to internet to check out your blog, but I will do now, and didn’t realize that you were in the North as well! Did you also go up to the Giant’s Causeway? SO AMAZNG.