The weekend was fantastic and I'm feeling verbose, so you get three posts for the price of one. Well, really three because they're all likely to be long winded.
More details about Friday, in case you were dying of curiosity.
Things started early. Too early, but what must be done, must be done. A. and I were up at 6 to shower and off to the airport at 6:35 to meet G. and J. Their flight landed at 7:30, but they weren’t where we thought they'd be. We waited an hour, had them paged, went home, and were hit with the brilliant idea that they might not have been on their originally scheduled flight. A. calls Continental, they weren’t on that flight. They landed just as we had arrived home. We waited (cat napping) for them to call and ask where the hell we were so that we could head back to the airport.
Upon arrival at the airport, we find them. G. with plastic spoon and a half liter of vla. Nothing like vla to start your visit to Amsterdam. I think I can replicate vla by manipulating a from-scratch vanilla pudding recipe. A. and M. say it cannot be done, but I'm still going to try. Vla is beauty. We took a train from the airport towards K.'s apartment where they were staying (that's also where the Wednesday "swimming" group meets). We had tea.
G. and J. are interesting people. G. is an evolutionary entomologist and J. is an architect. K. – who is also the best man – arrived home shortly after we did and we then drank more tea. Eventually the topic turned to lunch and K. went out for bread and cheese. Also on the lunch table were black and white sprinkles. Sprinkles? you might ask, where were the cupcakes? No, no cupcakes. It is a Dutch delight to put sprinkles on buttered bread. Why this surprises me I don’t know; it took a while to get used to the French habit of putting chocolate spread on their bread at breakfast and now I am a believer.
The shrug was sewn up nicely, if I do say so myself. A. is lovley - when asked about the shrug she said she knit it, but I seamed it.
Dinner was at 18:30 at Brasserie Harkema – A. and M., K., J., G., I. – A.’s best woman - and me. (It's like alphabet soup, I know, but I feel strange putting other's names in my blog without permission and I'm not going to go about asking for that.) Dinner was good, but all agreed their appetizer and the restaurant design was better than the food. A good place for drinks and a snack before a night. Afterwards we headed to café de Jaren for cake and hot drinks- this is also where the stitch and bitch group meets Monday evenings. We sat to the left of the picture. Most people that I’ve met seem to drink tea above coffee. Lots and lots of tea.
For a photo of the cafe, go here
1 comment:
It's about time. I was going through withdrawals.
M.
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