Yesterday and today I did a lot of classified stuff, but I promise I’ll tell you all about it later.
A couple of days ago I sent a fanmail with a window seat photo to one of my favourite writers ever, Mark “Skyfaring” Vanhoenacker and yesterday morning there was a reply from him in my mailbox. I screamed when I saw it and read it again and again all day. He is such an incredible person. He didn’t say, but this is how I imagine the situation: He is sitting in the lounge at Heathrow, checking some stuff online after briefing with the crew, and right before he would board the plane. His inbox is full again with fanmail, so he makes a note in his phone to answer them next time he has a little breather. Half a day later he is in Cape Town or somewhere equally amazing and it’s raining, so he cannot go for a recreational hike like he intended. So he opens up his laptop, chats with the rest of the crew, says hi to some loved ones and remembers that he made notes in his phone about some errands he wanted to do. So he ends up killing the time answering his fans, because he is awesome, that’s why. Then just as he finishes, the sun comes out, so he grabs his backpack and off he goes to the top of the nearest mountain.
I also had another interview invitation in my inbox, but the other thing obviously stole its thunder. But I’m happy of course and I intend to rock it.
David also has a lot of intense stuff going on, he is continuously interviewing, just today he has two and we are beginning to feel a little bit more confident now.
Yesterday we had two fluffy visitors, but I couldn’t take a photo of them because they would not sit still for a second. Neither Cat1, nor Cat2. Carina was catsitting them and they wandered in our room, played a little hard to get and left. They have proper royal names of course, because they are expensive little fellas, but Carina couldn’t remember them, so she also calls them their above mentioned aliases. It is interesting, calling cats in languages. I was trying the good old Hungarian “ccc”, then some English “here kitty kitty”, but naturally they are used to be called in Dutch. So our relationship could not develop any further than one or two pity pats on the neck. But it is good to have them in the house.
Today we had home made rhubarb cream for breakfast and it was a treat. And Carina lent me a shoebox for my classified project and this beautiful pair of Van Notens emerged from it. You know, this kinda thing happens when you live under the roof of a fashion designer. As foor living chez Carina, actually we are moving downstairs from the “bright room” to the “Indian room”, because some peeps booked this one for the weekend. I don’t mind at all, in fact I’m happy that we will end up living in almost every room of the house.
It is raining today, but according to my trusty ol’ weather app it won’t be tomorrow and I would really-really want to bike to the beach, after the Saturday market of course, which has become my religion. I say trusty old weather app because when I was living in Budapest it could be trusted all the time. But not here, where the weather changes from minute to minute. In the morning, it says that rain is expected for not just the day, but for the whole weekend and next week too. Then, just as I want to cut my veins, it changes to little sun emojis for the upcoming two days. And this happens again and again in every 2 hours.
I want to see this church too, Jopenkerk, which is also a brewery, a café and a restaurant. I have tried the beer they are making and it’s delicious, and people keep telling me not to miss the church itself, because it really is something.
This should be the slogan of the Netherlands.
Holland - It really is something.
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