let's discuss pancakes. dutch apple pancakes. that are like giant crepes on a plate. with baked in apples. surprisingly light and not sweet. almost doughy. good. my favorite part of the experience was sharing a table with a young dutch woman who ordered mint tea and a vegetable pancake which she delicately nibbled as she read outlanders and checked her iphone. i stared at her pancake trying to mentally project my desire for a taste onto her mind. she, or rather her pancake, was immune to my curious prying.
the only available table was in the small kitchen service area in front. i enjoyed watching the cute young woman & man bustling around with their plates of pancakes. down the steep staircase in the kitchen another woman was slicing apples and stirring a bowl of dough. the air was fragrant with pancakes.
afterwards i tramped around little streets with tree-lined canals down the middle. napping boats waited to be motored into action. i saw houseboats and bicycles and one white cat with a collar, a man with a guitar slung across his back, a lady with bright red hair and pink sweater, another man washing windows on the 5th floor from the ground using the worlds longest squeege, mounds of hydrangea, tiny ceramic clogs.
sometime in the afternoon i returned home to rest and contemplate the ornate ceiling. both tasks easily accomplished from a big soft chair in the corner. i opened the window. breezes and soft conversations on the street lulled me to sleep.
soon i will tell you about my trip to haarlem to meet angeline who invited me to her home for lunch today. but dinner is calling and i have an evening of travel journaling and sketching and painting spread out in front of me. the world outside the window beckons.
as always when i blog while traveling, your comments are welcome and appreciated. thanks for taking the time to leave your timely little messages. they do make me smile and occasionally guffaw loudly. i like knowing you're along for the ride.