Hello all!
I know I haven’t been keeping up on my emails/blog and I am really sorry about that. I have just been busy with life.
Since Mark and I have been back from
Other then working to find work I have also been taking salsa lessons which is sooo much fun. Every Tuesday night I join a group of about 15 people who are mostly Dutch but there are two Chinese girls that I seem to becoming quick friends with. So from 7-11 we dance the night away. Unfortunately Mark is unable to dance with me, he has practice for soccer on Tuesday evenings, but I think it is better!
Recently the weather has been wonderful. The temp is around 55-60 and sunny! In fact I think it might be a record for the sunniest days in a row since September. A total of 3!!!! But don’t worry the Dutch just go crazy when that sun come’s out. They flock to every outside café and drink and smoke and laugh in the sun. You can’t find a place to sit anywhere. It’s as if the population had doubled over night and now everyone is forced to live in the park while baking in the sun. However, all things must come to an end and to day is back to the dreary old weather
The other day I was in The Hauge (den Haag) and ran across an American book store. I quickly jumped on the chance to see what exactly I could find in this so called “American” store. While my eyes were filled with wonderful books and magazines I ran across a David Sedaris book, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. I know that one of my favourite short storys by Sedaris was located in this book and I also know that I promised Dhoya that I would buy for him. So I quickly snatched up the book and ran out into the street to join Mark. It was here that I wanted to quickly read him the story that I find absolutely hilarious. His response, “I’ll read it later…” I replied, “Fine…but you are missing out on how David would redecorate Anne Franks house to become his own!” so as we spent the rest of the day running around town with Marks friends I could seem to keep my mind off this story that was just sitting inside my bag. I thought to my self what is so important about this story and why does it have such a grab on me. Then it came to me…it wasn’t the story that I was dreaming about it was the first time I heard the story which made me love it so. I remember Danny-boy read it to me on a beautiful spring day in his house. The living room looked just like a typical college house. With posters on the wall’s and tables full of beer cans I listen to Danny recite the greatest short story I had ever heard, Possession. I giggled and dreamed of what it would be like to search for my own apartment some where in
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you are beautiful and i love you both. :)
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