Laundry, In Three Parts

 The First

Friday. It was hot. Super hot. Sweaty. The last things for the IPW were done early, and later we were going to go to Domicil and see a violin show. I walked down to the laundromat and tried to figure the system out. You had to choose the machine on a screen. Then pay on the screen, then walk over to the machine and press start. It was 9€ per wash (yikes!), but he dryers were only, like, one euro for 12 minutes, but one dryer didn't get hot at all.

Ahh, domestic duties.

The Second

We were leaving the next day from Brussels, and the need was there again to get the piles of sweaty clothes through the washer. I put eyes on while we were walking around town the day before, or earlier in the day, and it was similar to Dortmund in that it was on a screen where you have to choose, and pay, and get change. I took the kids with me, but then Corrie finished up her museum visit and came and got them, as I sat, sweaty, wearing my swim trunks, their mesh undergarment making the time unpleasant.

The Third

We were heading home a few days later, but the kids weren't going to make it with their underwear, and so I headed out again one bright evening in Amsterdam, with the heatwave having mostly broken. This was the closest spot, and there were very few washers or dryers, and I'm not sure if anyone using it while I was there lived in the neighborhood. Again, it was expensive, and again it didn't work very well, but...that's the job.

No place took cards---all were cash only. That could be challenging, but we made it work.

Nothing like laundry while abroad, baby!