Shopping.

I am a silly, yes there’s a website for the amazing Georgian restaurant in Moscow, thank you.

Today was spent shopping. No, really. Martijn dropped Annemarie and me off at the central train station in Haarlem and we walked into the shopping district. A stop at HEMA (oh, HEMA, how I love you) started our day of flexing those discretionary spending muscles. HEMA (how I love you) is sort of like Target, but cheaper and cooler because they sell things like stroopwafels and adorable baby toys. After HEMA (say it with me, oh, HEMA, how we love you), we continued on to the more important purpose of the day - clothes for an ever thinner Annemarie.

Our first success was at WE (yes, there’s a link, but it’s lame as it doesn’t show the stuff we bought and is all goofy and ooo, can’t we do fabulous fancy things with our website without really showing you our product). We went to many, many other stores and found some wonderful stuff. Annemarie ended up with a bunch of fabulous tops and a fantastic skirt and I didn’t do so badly myself (including a kick-ass dress that A., rightfully, convinced me I should buy).

We both enjoyed the day and, in spite of neither of us being shoppers at heart, we were going strong from 11 in the morning until about 6pm. At 6, we decided to stop for what would have been tea, but was not because there’s an issue with the Haarlem tap water (an engineering error allowed improperly filtered water into the system and they are on a boil alert). At 6:45pm we caught the train to Amsterdam. There was still enough energy in us both to walk into the center of town for Thai food, have a most excellent languorous meal, and walk back home (about a 20 minute walk at a slow pace).

All with the weather accomodatingly clear and breezy.

It’s a good thing my suitcase has a 2 inch expansion capability.