rond het huis

Jenny's home where I am living before Amsterdam:

The painting that she did herself and the wall art she also did:

The table set and ready to be sat around:

Wim cooking (was lekker!)

hier ben ik!

 Had a layover in Iceland that lasted a meer 30 minutes. Slightly disappointing because it was dark and I couldnt see anything uniquely Icelandic, just snow. I still know nothing about Iceland, except they had "waterfalls endless" and legends about seals turning into humans. Went through security and I now can brag that I have Iceland stamped on my passport. Arrived in Holland no problemo, except I couldnt find my guitar (had to check it) and so I asked someone and 30 minutes later we found it on a different baggage belt. Here I am with everything (everything. I dont know if there is anything left at home really)

And now, here is what I have for breakfast and lunch everyday: Filet American met bread en cheese and of course fresh orange juice to drink. Why don't we have it in America because seriously you are missing OUT. I finally remembered to ask them what exactly it was. It is purreed beef with seasoning. Ummmm let's not think too much about that. Sounds scary. But it is SO good, just spread it over bread with cheese and thats all you need to eat EVER. Besides wine en bokma, of course.

pre-flight drink

a bit strange but not too bad! too sweet to drink much but we did have a toast, with chocolate wine, to the adventures ahead.