All Our American Dreams, Y'all.

At the end of our street is one of The Hague's oldest and most loved shopping streets, Reinkenstraat. Since we first moved in the neighbourhood, I've been eagerly anticipating a special day that was advertised in all the shop's windows: All-American Day. The posters promised Harley Davidsons, vintage cars, and hamburgers. Mmmm-mmm.

Finally, All-American Day arrived. Yesterday we headed down with two of Ross' classmates, and another Type & Media girlfriend to see how the Dutch do America. Well, it was so . . . wholesome. A five-piece brass band played upbeat music while we strolled down the streets lined with red, white & blue balloons. Parked on each side of the street were vintage cars that surprised me. How did these things get here?


There were at least a handful of bikers decked out in leather, but for the most part, people looked like this:


We drank Champagne--since you know, that's so American--and ate biscotti at a chocolate fountain (another staple of American culture.) In fact, the only thing that actually felt genuinely American were these gigantic bags of dog food that were being sold at a booth.

The highlight of All-American Day was hamburgers and a bucket of grilled chicken from the butcher.


For no reason in particular, Ross asked that I post this photo.


And last but not least, All-American Day featured a Karaoke Bus. We didn't go inside cause I don't sing Karaoke during daylight hours, but it was definitely getting heavy use.

Feels like the Fourth of July, don't it?