I’ve had the most amazing trip to the Netherlands. After a weekend in Amsterdam (I went to the Van Gogh Museum twice), I got on the train – the right train! – and went to the Hague (Den Haag in Dutch – pronounce the g as though you’re about to spit). I stayed there with my friends Eleonore and Bruce for a week.
After a gap of I-won’t-tell-you-how-many-years, I got on a bicycle and we took off. Through the sunlit forest near their flat. Through Den Haag in rush hour. To the beach, where I dipped my toes in the North Sea (warmer than the Atlantic in Nova Scotia by a long shot). We went to Delft, to an International Poetry Festival in Rotterdam, and to concerts in Den Haag. I ate a puff pastry, a very large puff pastry, stuffed with whipped cream and dipped in Belgian chocolate, in the city square – and still lost four pounds. All that bicycling, it has to be good for you.
The trip ended on a high note (sorry for the pun) with a concert in Eleonore and Bruce’s apartment. One of the real charms of this trip is that I got to meet several of their friends, in a way I couldn’t have simply as a tourist. Dank u wel, Eleonore and Bruce!