Back in Western Europe, the Low
Countries, my second home. It felt good to be back, Dutch felt like a
familiar game, more familiar to me than baseball now, with more
players and matches everywhere.
I was back in the land with the world's
best public transportation, stunning cultural density, and a dismal
grasp of breakfast. My first morning I found a place with bagels,
which were nearly unheard of over here a few years ago but are
gaining traction quickly. I sat and watched the two-wheeled commuter
traffic, feeling the flow of the universe.
(There are more pictures on the other version of the blog.)
After switching to the proper hotel I
was considering the trek back across Amsterdam, but found a nice
little cafe that served warm but delicious coffee, good brown bread,
and K's essential: fruit salad with yogurt and granola.
There was one other selling point. His
name was Sam, he was always precocious, sometimes welcoming, and
absolutely insane. K and I ended up coming back here every morning,
and Sam was happy to see us...
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