Why is my blog site in Dutch?

So this morning I went to my blog to write a long-overdue 2nd post, when, lo and behold, it's all in dutch!  Not my post, of course, but all the "sign out" and "create blog" and "view" and "flag" buttons/directions, etc.  And as I've only done this once, I don't automatically know where all the buttons-- most importantly the "new post" one-- are on the page.  So I just started clicking them, one by one, to see what happened.  Pretty sure I flagged it, too, which I think is what you do for kiddy-porn sights and i-want-to-murder-my-family sights... ah well.  Me and the crazies.  Anyway, I did eventually stumble upon the right button.

So here I am in the Netherlands.  I'm not going to lie, it was REALLY hard to leave Austin.  Even to come to Europe.  My hesitation was also not helped by the fact that every time I talked to R he said it was raining.  Leave sun and warm weather and outdoor living to sit around inside while it rained?  The flight was its usual hell, but eventually we landed in Amsterdam and I piled all 18000 lbs of luggage on my cart and rolled out of there.  Thankfully R met me at the airport, because I don't know how on earth I would have transported all that luggage around.  One interesting thing I noticed was that, waiting at my gate in Chicago, I heard NO dutch.  None.  They didn't even repeat loud-speaker boarding announcements in Dutch.  I mean, I know the Dutch all speak fluent english and everything, but I would think they'd do it at least as a courtesy.  

I've been here in Ede (R's town) for about a week and a half, and so far we've been to Arnhem (a sort of college town), Wageningen (the cute neighboring town with a gorgeous public garden for sunning and reading), a beach at The Hague (den Haag), and Amsterdam (always fascinating).  The Hague beach was super-crowded and sort of boardwalk-ish, with a whole line of kitschy souvenir shops, and then in front of that (right on the sand) a whole, uninterrupted line of beach cafes and lounges.  No toplessness or speedos, like on the Mediterranean (R says that only show-off muscle men and gay guys wear speedos here), but my secret hope of sipping a large frozen umbrella-infused drink while a man in a striped shirt and a foreign accent adjusted my large blue shade umbrella was pretty much killed.  *sigh*  I did, however, have a half-decent mojito and a pretty good capirinha (which is very hard to spell) at one of the lounge cafes.  

I should also mention that ice cream here is weird.  Some stands offer normal stuff, but most commonly seen is this white "soft ice" which I mistakenly assumed was like the american soft serve.  I kept seeing it everywhere, and it just looks so pretty and sophisticated, so I finally tried it.  It's basically, um, frozen whipped cream.  No flavors, just... frozen... whipped cream.  In a cone.  It's weird.