One Last Day
I have one more day in the Netherlands! Where did the time go? I have been trying to decide what to do with my last day. Should I go to Haarlem? Utrecht? Hoofddorp? Delft?
Our usual cleaning lady, Fatima, got back from her vacation yesterday. She was in Morocco for the wedding of her nephew (who happens to also be our contractor). Before she left I asked her to take lots of photos. After she finished working today, she told me she would come back tomorrow to show me pictures and slippers that she purchased for me. I wanted to have one last mini-adventure but how can I say no to her? She is biking here on her day off just to show me pictures. I guess I’ll spend the morning in The Hague and make a quick afternoon trip to Delft after she leaves. I have met so many kind people while I’ve been here (and some really rude ones as well).
The dad said he wanted to burn my ticket home. It makes me feel good that they don’t want me to leave. I guess I should start packing soon but that would mean I’m really leaving. Denial works sometimes right? I’m going to put off packing (typical) and go for a walk on the beach.
