Without a Traceroute

It turned out to be not depressing or torture-related at all. It’s “waterboard” as in, “board of water”. It has been rather cold and rainy for the past day or so here, so I haven’t gone out as much as I’d like to. I did get out to see this museum about the history of water supply in the Netherlands. The museum was staffed by an adorable old Dutch couple who didn’t speak English but were nevertheless delighted to have somebody interested in the museum. At the end of your visit, you could even drink water from a tap that drew straight from the water tower.

If this post is boring, I’ll try to do something non-municipal-services-related tomorrow.