Today I rode a bike. I don't think anyone thought I was actually Dutch, but I sure felt Dutch pedaling along the bike path, spiraling around those turn-abouts and generally freezing. First stop: Thrift Store! They still hadn't replaced the bare shelves, but I was reassured that the worst was over. A few more turns of the wheel and I felt completely empowered to get around town. More cheese (this time with caraway) and some relatively cheap wine at the discount store and it was time to head home.
