Thursday and Friday I went out after work with my colleagues. Thursday we went to the pub in the basement of our company's HQ. I really don't enjoy these sorts of hanging-around-drinking-beer-with-loud-music-in-the-background sorts of events. So Friday when people suggested going to "dinner" I was thrilled, thinking we'd go to a restaurant where we could chat over good food with pleasant ambience. To my colleagues, however, going to dinner means going to a bar for 2 hours before going to the restaurant. (It also means going to another bar afterward, but at that point I excused myself.)
Saturday to Sunday I went to stay with some very dear family friends. I relaxed, read, listened to music, chatted, drank rooibos tea and generally had a lovely time. These friends live in the old farming town of Bunschoten. At church on Sunday morning, there were at least a dozen ladies dressed like this:
I think that is awesome, albeit not very warm in these unbelievably cold winter days.
So now I'm back in my little room in Utrecht, savoring a few quiet hours before the work week starts all over again.
