Since Mike's away, I spent Valentine's Day quietly, doing some shopping around town, taking his bike into the shop for a service (we try to do this when we're going to be away since we need our bikes the rest of the time to get around), getting some paperwork organized and, for the coup de grace, watching several episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. What could be more romantic? Buffy came to mind in the afternoon, after I'd spent some time buying some music I'd been thinking about on iTunes. One of the songs was performed in Season 6, Episode 7, the famous 'musical episode' of the series. Once that was in my head, I needed to watch the show to satisfy my memory about it. Of course, that lead to watching some others...
It was a beautiful day here yesterday, I could feel an almost expectant atmosphere among people as I walked around town and visiting the shops. Even though it's still cold, and forecast to remain that way only with rain over the next several days, I think this is the last prolonged burst of cold before winter's grip loosens for real. It's subtle, but it's there, and so the locals were reacting to it. The shop keepers were upbeat, people smiled at one another on the streets, and there was more spring in my step, if nowhere else.
The Dutch call the period of winter when people get 'down' or depressed, the Winter Dip. I think there are a number of locations that are guilty of bringing on this feeling, Seattle being another. It's where the winters are a heaviness that weighs down your spirits and this, combined with excessive darkness (whether due to clouds or your latitude) causes a mild depression in moods. I think the biking and running I do helps to offset this with the endorphins gained from exercising, but I can feel it lurking around the edges sometimes. I especially feel the need for hot sunshine on my skin and being able to walk barefoot without my toes curling away from the floorboards in shock.
Mike texted me yesterday saying that he wished me a Happy V-day and that he was "sweating like a pig, but enjoying the day" down in Tanzania. The temps there appear to be in the high 20s C (80s F) and yesterday was the first day of working on the foundations of a new classroom for a local school. Here is what is written on his itinerary:
"Community Service. This includes building foundations for 4 mornings and spending afternoons teaching at that school and / or interacting with kids at the local orphanage or helping out in other ways (reparis, helping staff, etc...). Also a visit to the school's village to talk with residents about how things are run can be arranged (this is interesting for those unfamiliar with the African way)."
I have no doubts they are having a wonderful, enriching time and can't wait to hear the stories on their return! For now, I need to get tidied up since our friend Bill is coming to keep me company for the afternoon - we're planning a prowl along the beach - and I'm still in my jams since I had a nice sleep-in this morning!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Friday, Friday.
After yesterday's post, today has been really uneventful. I cycled down to Maroz and was supremely pleased that the light rain that started did so when I was almost home so I was 98% dry rather than the opposite!
Maroz and I are having pretty uneventful visits these past couple of weeks, he has a skin problem on his back (similar to rain scald, but not caused because he's been kept wet or muddy), so we aren't riding him, only longeing, which gets tedious for us both. It looks like this will continue for another week or so before we find ourselves back out in the dunes and hopefully heading to the beach for a good gallop.
***
Mike has arrived safe and sound in Tanzania last night, along with the three other chaperones and twenty students. They flew much of yesterday and landed in the evening at Kiliminjaro Airport. Today they will visit the town of Moshe and get an introduction to the community service site they will be working at. I will try to put in updates of what they are doing and any news I get here.
It's really amazing what technology allows us to do. Not only can I share my life with family and friends (and people I've never met!), but Mike can send me a text message from his phone after arriving in AFRICA and I get it immediately (at least I assume I do!). It makes he and the group seem not quite so far away somehow. Interestingly, I can't text to U.S. mobile phones for some reason, I haven't heard anyone who can from Europe. Yet Africa is no problem! That could be due to Mike and I both belonging to a Dutch network, but I'm pretty sure he's been getting texts from the local man in Tanzania who is his contact, so that doesn't necessarily make sense. Maybe it's a security thing, one more result from 9-11?
***
I'm invited to dinner tonight in The Hague, it will be casual, so I will get an extra bike ride in today (the rain of earlier has cleared off...for now.).
Maroz and I are having pretty uneventful visits these past couple of weeks, he has a skin problem on his back (similar to rain scald, but not caused because he's been kept wet or muddy), so we aren't riding him, only longeing, which gets tedious for us both. It looks like this will continue for another week or so before we find ourselves back out in the dunes and hopefully heading to the beach for a good gallop.
***
Mike has arrived safe and sound in Tanzania last night, along with the three other chaperones and twenty students. They flew much of yesterday and landed in the evening at Kiliminjaro Airport. Today they will visit the town of Moshe and get an introduction to the community service site they will be working at. I will try to put in updates of what they are doing and any news I get here.
It's really amazing what technology allows us to do. Not only can I share my life with family and friends (and people I've never met!), but Mike can send me a text message from his phone after arriving in AFRICA and I get it immediately (at least I assume I do!). It makes he and the group seem not quite so far away somehow. Interestingly, I can't text to U.S. mobile phones for some reason, I haven't heard anyone who can from Europe. Yet Africa is no problem! That could be due to Mike and I both belonging to a Dutch network, but I'm pretty sure he's been getting texts from the local man in Tanzania who is his contact, so that doesn't necessarily make sense. Maybe it's a security thing, one more result from 9-11?
***
I'm invited to dinner tonight in The Hague, it will be casual, so I will get an extra bike ride in today (the rain of earlier has cleared off...for now.).
Thursday, February 12, 2009
There Should be a Club
All things considered, it's amazing I still have all my digits. I'm going to rant a little because I've just cut myself again. I guess it's not something you grow out of, but a little less frequency of inflicting damage to myself would be nice. I'm not as upset as I could be due to the gorgeous sunshine streaming in the window while I type, but it's still frustrating to be such a klutz. Today's adventure saw me trimming my rose on our balcony.
This poor rose threw up a branch at me the other day to say, "Help, I've got aphids!!!". Really. In February, after some of the coldest weather in recent history. Amazing. I started in on the spraying with dishsoap / water combo when I realized that the poor, deluded plant is also starting to leaf out....???? I thought I was confused. So rather than continue spraying the aphids, I decided to prune the rose instead in hopes of hacking off what the aphids are living on. I'm new to this, so I read up on the internet (where else?) all about 45 degree cuts, above outward facing buds, clean cuts being highly desirable.
Not wanting to wait, this meant I was in the kitchen, sharpening one of my kitchen knives (not a big one, just a paring knife...) rather than going out and buying a pair of clippers. Sigh. Can you see where this is going? It started fine, I was happily cutting off all the little shoots "smaller than a pencil" as instructed by my helpful web search, when the first (yes, this is a two part story) incident happened. Since we live overlooking the roof of a row of shops that extend from our building's bottom floor perpendicularly from our balcony, I tend to throw small clippings such as these down onto the roof (doing my part in greening the world?). Of course, since I am an idiot, I managed to throw a clipping and the knife off the balcony together.
Stunned disbelief.
Since I a) wanted to finish the job at hand and, b) wanted the knife back as it's part of a set, there was nothing else to do but retrieve it. Of course, it's noon, so there are lots of people out and about to watch this process, but I kept my head down and so remained oblivious to any stares. Luckily, we know the woman downstairs and one over from us, so we have a key to her house, allowing me to go through and climb over her balcony (which is only 1/2 meter or so above the roof, which begs why even bother with the balcony, but that's another story) on to the roof. I figured if I acted like I did this sort of thing all the time, I would look less foolish and retrieved the knife.
Back on my own balcony, I'm continuing with the job - poor rose! - and sawing away at the last, rather thick, branch. Since I needed some leverage on this one, I was cutting down, away from my body (not only leverage, but also having learned from past close calls as the knife slips and heads for various body parts). Unfortunately, I was holding the branch with my other hand a little too close to the action. Do I even need to continue writing at this point?
Obviously, the branch suddenly gave way, the knife kept going, and my right index finger (I'm left handed) got a good section of knife blade, sharp edge down, smacked along its length. The fact I knew this was going to happen didn't make my any less surprised when it did and I just stared at it, thinking, "Maybe it's not deep enough to bleed", when of course, it started to well up and in I go to fight with the bandage box one-handed.
Now I sit here typing and giving rueful glances down at the somewhat gory finger with three bandages wrapped around it. At least it still types!
Considering that I've only just stopped feeling the sting of last week's adventure with a knife (chopping garlic, snipping into the end of my thumb), this is getting tiresome. It's probably about time to try something instead of hurting myself with knives, next will be a bike wreck or Maroz stomping on my foot (the black mark from last time is still growing out of my big toenail).
I'll sign off with some photos from my pre-accident morning outside.
This is a bit bright, but gives some good "Dutch clouds" that are always so beautiful. Also visible at the left is part of the refuse disposal area and that's why it looks like a hill - just old trash. To the right of that, gates are visible and these are interesting because there are no fences, just a canal and the gate marks where a land 'bridge' has been put to enable movement of stock.
This poor rose threw up a branch at me the other day to say, "Help, I've got aphids!!!". Really. In February, after some of the coldest weather in recent history. Amazing. I started in on the spraying with dishsoap / water combo when I realized that the poor, deluded plant is also starting to leaf out....???? I thought I was confused. So rather than continue spraying the aphids, I decided to prune the rose instead in hopes of hacking off what the aphids are living on. I'm new to this, so I read up on the internet (where else?) all about 45 degree cuts, above outward facing buds, clean cuts being highly desirable.
Not wanting to wait, this meant I was in the kitchen, sharpening one of my kitchen knives (not a big one, just a paring knife...) rather than going out and buying a pair of clippers. Sigh. Can you see where this is going? It started fine, I was happily cutting off all the little shoots "smaller than a pencil" as instructed by my helpful web search, when the first (yes, this is a two part story) incident happened. Since we live overlooking the roof of a row of shops that extend from our building's bottom floor perpendicularly from our balcony, I tend to throw small clippings such as these down onto the roof (doing my part in greening the world?). Of course, since I am an idiot, I managed to throw a clipping and the knife off the balcony together.
Stunned disbelief.
Since I a) wanted to finish the job at hand and, b) wanted the knife back as it's part of a set, there was nothing else to do but retrieve it. Of course, it's noon, so there are lots of people out and about to watch this process, but I kept my head down and so remained oblivious to any stares. Luckily, we know the woman downstairs and one over from us, so we have a key to her house, allowing me to go through and climb over her balcony (which is only 1/2 meter or so above the roof, which begs why even bother with the balcony, but that's another story) on to the roof. I figured if I acted like I did this sort of thing all the time, I would look less foolish and retrieved the knife.
Back on my own balcony, I'm continuing with the job - poor rose! - and sawing away at the last, rather thick, branch. Since I needed some leverage on this one, I was cutting down, away from my body (not only leverage, but also having learned from past close calls as the knife slips and heads for various body parts). Unfortunately, I was holding the branch with my other hand a little too close to the action. Do I even need to continue writing at this point?
Obviously, the branch suddenly gave way, the knife kept going, and my right index finger (I'm left handed) got a good section of knife blade, sharp edge down, smacked along its length. The fact I knew this was going to happen didn't make my any less surprised when it did and I just stared at it, thinking, "Maybe it's not deep enough to bleed", when of course, it started to well up and in I go to fight with the bandage box one-handed.
Now I sit here typing and giving rueful glances down at the somewhat gory finger with three bandages wrapped around it. At least it still types!
Considering that I've only just stopped feeling the sting of last week's adventure with a knife (chopping garlic, snipping into the end of my thumb), this is getting tiresome. It's probably about time to try something instead of hurting myself with knives, next will be a bike wreck or Maroz stomping on my foot (the black mark from last time is still growing out of my big toenail).
I'll sign off with some photos from my pre-accident morning outside.
This is a bit bright, but gives some good "Dutch clouds" that are always so beautiful. Also visible at the left is part of the refuse disposal area and that's why it looks like a hill - just old trash. To the right of that, gates are visible and these are interesting because there are no fences, just a canal and the gate marks where a land 'bridge' has been put to enable movement of stock.
A local coot. These little buggers never seem to sleep (maybe that's why they have red eyes?) and so I'm awakened at all hours of the night by their piercing squawk. Not my favourite bird, but they're everywhere, so not much I can do about it!
Another canal shot, next to the marina in Wassenaar. Visible is a great looking sailing boat, as well as some tortured trees. I don't know why, but the trend here is to 'top' trees so they send up dozens of suckers that only require more trimming in a couple years. Natural shapes seem more pleasing to me.
A beautiful day (although snow is visible along the bike path here), bare branches, lovely clouds, and boats tidily lined up next to the marina entrance.Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Topsy Turvy
Of course, this morning I awoke to clear skies, bright sunshine, and what appears to be low wind. Wouldn't you know it?! Oh well, I'm sure that experiences like yesterday's build character...or something.
Our living room is a bit chaotic at the moment. Mike has next week off of school - the February 'Break' being standard in many international schools, and is taking a group of 20 students to Tanzania for a service learning trip. As a result, he's packing and organizing his things and so the living room bears the brunt of all this. He will be accompanied by three other adults and they leave tomorrow morning, missing the final two days of school this week. Mike did this same trip last year and since the teacher-coordinator who had been in charge is retiring, she asked Mike if he'd be interested in taking over.
It's a tremendous experience for all involved, they fly into the town of Moshe (pronounced "Moe-shee"), located near Mt. Kiliminjaro. There is an international school there and that becomes their home base for the trip. While in Africa, they will be working several days at a local Tanzanian school, preparing the foundations for a new classroom to be built. That is the morning activity. In the afternoons, Mike's group will be visiting an orphanage and helping out in any way they are able, whether reading to the children or heavier work. The children at the orphanage are aged 0-5.
The last couple of days they have in the country will include camping on the rim of the Ngorongoro Crater and then going down in on a photo safari. Mike's impressions of this from last year are still vivid and he said he'd never seen anything like it in his life. The variety of wildlife, the immensity of the Crater, and, in spite of many safari vehicles, the wildness of it all were amazing. His pictures showed everything from cheetah cubs with their mother, to hyenas resting after gorging on a buffalo carcass, to a sea of pink on a lake where flamingoes were resting. Truly a different world, and one which, thanks to his job here at ASH, he has the opportunity to visit.
I have a couple of last-minute purchases to make for him today, so I'll be outside in this lovely sunshine, but I'll be wishing for the warmth Mike'll be getting while in Africa! While he's off on his working adventure, I'm staying put, keeping warm with the cats and taking care of Maroz. I would love to visit Africa and do some of these things with him, but I prefer to wait until we can go for longer and set our itinerary with a bit more freedom. In the meantime, I will hope for his safe travels and that he brings back many new stories and photos for me to share!
Our living room is a bit chaotic at the moment. Mike has next week off of school - the February 'Break' being standard in many international schools, and is taking a group of 20 students to Tanzania for a service learning trip. As a result, he's packing and organizing his things and so the living room bears the brunt of all this. He will be accompanied by three other adults and they leave tomorrow morning, missing the final two days of school this week. Mike did this same trip last year and since the teacher-coordinator who had been in charge is retiring, she asked Mike if he'd be interested in taking over.
It's a tremendous experience for all involved, they fly into the town of Moshe (pronounced "Moe-shee"), located near Mt. Kiliminjaro. There is an international school there and that becomes their home base for the trip. While in Africa, they will be working several days at a local Tanzanian school, preparing the foundations for a new classroom to be built. That is the morning activity. In the afternoons, Mike's group will be visiting an orphanage and helping out in any way they are able, whether reading to the children or heavier work. The children at the orphanage are aged 0-5.
The last couple of days they have in the country will include camping on the rim of the Ngorongoro Crater and then going down in on a photo safari. Mike's impressions of this from last year are still vivid and he said he'd never seen anything like it in his life. The variety of wildlife, the immensity of the Crater, and, in spite of many safari vehicles, the wildness of it all were amazing. His pictures showed everything from cheetah cubs with their mother, to hyenas resting after gorging on a buffalo carcass, to a sea of pink on a lake where flamingoes were resting. Truly a different world, and one which, thanks to his job here at ASH, he has the opportunity to visit.
I have a couple of last-minute purchases to make for him today, so I'll be outside in this lovely sunshine, but I'll be wishing for the warmth Mike'll be getting while in Africa! While he's off on his working adventure, I'm staying put, keeping warm with the cats and taking care of Maroz. I would love to visit Africa and do some of these things with him, but I prefer to wait until we can go for longer and set our itinerary with a bit more freedom. In the meantime, I will hope for his safe travels and that he brings back many new stories and photos for me to share!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Determination
I'm home again, though a little worse for the wear. I needed to go see Maroz (Tuesday being a regular day for this) and since there is only one viable option for getting there, I kitted up in rain gear and headed down on my bike.
Before I continue, I realize that I haven't properly introduced my bike, and since it is a fairly constant feature in these postings, let me correct that lapse. Here it is:
"Gazelle" is a popular Dutch brand of bicycle, and mine is now 1 1/2 years old. It has 8 speeds, disk brakes, shocks on the front forks and seat, and a battery-free, automatic headlight.
It is heavier than two of my mountain bike (which I'm told is a tank), so pedaling up hills is a real pain. Luckily, there are few hills other than in the dunes, but cycling with the wind is another matter. (Some days, I think the only thing keeping me on the ground in strong wind is the weight of this bike!) If the wind is behind me, all is great, I often wonder why the bikers going the other way look so miserable and go so slowly. Then I turn a corner and realize that the wind has been an ally up to now.
That's what happened on my trip down to the stable, the wind was a suggestion, but I had a feeling that would change. It was raining also, so it was just as well I'd taken the time to put on all the waterproof stuff. I saw, the longer I was at the stable, the more the rain looked like it was mixing with snow, which told me that it was colder than I'd thought on the ride down. Hmmm. Well, I couldn't hide out at the stable all day, but I was in no way looking forward to my return journey - the only positive factor being that home waited with dry clothes and hot showers!
Sighing inwardly, I set out. The first thing I realized is that the wind is blowing in a gusty way, so there is no regular force to lean into, but one that lets up and swirls around to buffet you from a new direction. Ick. The second thing I realized was that the semi-frozen rain hurt while it was being flung into my face. So I put my head down and just mentally told myself it would be an upleasant 25 minute ride home. It was, especially since 1/2 there, my boots gave up being waterproof (and I'm using that term with a lot of irony) and so my feet began getting colder and wetter. By the end of the ride, I felt like they were enclosed in two little water balloons.
I also noticed as I slogged along, that the air was perfumed with a smell not unlike rotten eggs or sewage. Oh great, have we had so much rain that now the sewers are backing up? Or is it just the canal slime getting stirred up and rising to the surface (trust me, that really stinks). Hard to say, but it kind of suited the whole mood of the ride. My one ray of light was that my bike didn't break down or get a flat, then forcing me to push it the rest of the way home (remember the water balloons?). Arriving back at our apartment building, I wheeled my trusty steed into the lobby where it lives and realized the final indignity, my rain trousers are losing integrity...in the seat. Sigh (outwardly this time). So, I got upstairs, feeling like a child that couldn't quite make it to the facility in time and decided to begin my day all over again.
This means I am now sitting in flannel jammie bottoms, turtleneck, and drinking hot tea. At least I'm home, something the cats clearly wonder why I'd ever leave in the first place. I'm beginning to wonder too! By the way, Hallie, I know you're laughing at this, so I just hope you get landed with a few more freckles as a result of the warm sunshine you'll be in next week! There, sweet revenge...or not.
From this, you can see the overhang in front of our kitchen window; it's about 1 1/2 meters deep. That means the rain hitting the glass halfway up is really getting blown around.
What this photo doesn't show is the 45 degree slant to the rain, as well and the snowflakes mixed in and the gusts that probably make it more of 55 degrees of slope...bleh!Monday, February 9, 2009
Good Intentions
I truly did mean to post something yesterday, but in the end I just...forgot to. It wasn't even that yesterday was such a busy day, after all, Sundays shouldn't be busy, but that Mike and I just sort of lazed away the late afternoon / evening and I awoke this morning and realized I'd already broken my resolution of writing something every day. Oh well, I'll start again today and see how long I make it!
Of course, I also awoke this morning telling myself I needed to get out for a run, since that didn't happen yesterday either. I was dressed in the appropriate gear, then sat down to check a couple of things on the computer and.... Next thing I knew, I was hungry and that put an end to any plans of outdoor activity. Rats! I did manage an epically long, hot shower, so I feel good about that...but I suppose it doesn't count, not really. May I just say in defense of long, hot showers, I love the fact that we, and most of Europe, have hot water on demand. What that means precisely is that there is always hot water, even if you have 10 people showering ahead of you, the water will be as piping hot as if you were the first person in. I really don't think I can ever return to hot water tanks and that horrible feeling when you realize the water is beginning to cool off and you still have to rinse your hair. Ugh. And Brrr!
I'm next off to the grocery store, since it's not open in our little town on Sundays and we are short of staples. I really try not to shop on Saturdays because that's when everyone is shopping and the store is a zoo. Sometimes I don't make it in on Fridays either due to being with Maroz at the stable, so by today, we usually need things from the dairy and bread sections at least. It's also laundry day, so my radiators will be festooned with drying clothes soon (the washing machine is in its final throes of spinning - sounding like a jet preparing to take off). We actually do have a clothes dryer, but I hate how much energy it uses - please don't mention the irony of this comment vis-รก-vis my long shower energy useage, I make choices in my life - and the radiators dry the clothes faster anyway and they are already 'on', keeping me and the cats warm on winter days.
There likely won't be much biking, if any, today, since many shops are closed on Monday due to being open on Saturday, so I'll have to go for a walk or something to get some exercise in. Not the best start to a new week, but I have every expectation that it will still be a good one! I leave you will a couple of cat photos I took the other day when they were looking particularly cat-like.
Chloe finds sunny corners like this and then lines up all four feet in the most precise way. From her look, she seems to be daring me to question why that would be anything but normal.
Clearly, Elliot thought I might have some food I'm about to drop to him, if you listen carefully, you'll hear him asking in a not-so-subtle way.
Of course, I also awoke this morning telling myself I needed to get out for a run, since that didn't happen yesterday either. I was dressed in the appropriate gear, then sat down to check a couple of things on the computer and.... Next thing I knew, I was hungry and that put an end to any plans of outdoor activity. Rats! I did manage an epically long, hot shower, so I feel good about that...but I suppose it doesn't count, not really. May I just say in defense of long, hot showers, I love the fact that we, and most of Europe, have hot water on demand. What that means precisely is that there is always hot water, even if you have 10 people showering ahead of you, the water will be as piping hot as if you were the first person in. I really don't think I can ever return to hot water tanks and that horrible feeling when you realize the water is beginning to cool off and you still have to rinse your hair. Ugh. And Brrr!
I'm next off to the grocery store, since it's not open in our little town on Sundays and we are short of staples. I really try not to shop on Saturdays because that's when everyone is shopping and the store is a zoo. Sometimes I don't make it in on Fridays either due to being with Maroz at the stable, so by today, we usually need things from the dairy and bread sections at least. It's also laundry day, so my radiators will be festooned with drying clothes soon (the washing machine is in its final throes of spinning - sounding like a jet preparing to take off). We actually do have a clothes dryer, but I hate how much energy it uses - please don't mention the irony of this comment vis-รก-vis my long shower energy useage, I make choices in my life - and the radiators dry the clothes faster anyway and they are already 'on', keeping me and the cats warm on winter days.
There likely won't be much biking, if any, today, since many shops are closed on Monday due to being open on Saturday, so I'll have to go for a walk or something to get some exercise in. Not the best start to a new week, but I have every expectation that it will still be a good one! I leave you will a couple of cat photos I took the other day when they were looking particularly cat-like.
Chloe finds sunny corners like this and then lines up all four feet in the most precise way. From her look, she seems to be daring me to question why that would be anything but normal.
Clearly, Elliot thought I might have some food I'm about to drop to him, if you listen carefully, you'll hear him asking in a not-so-subtle way.Saturday, February 7, 2009
Continuing sunny
Happily, the mellow weather from yesterday afternoon didn't completely disappear during the night. It didn't get as warm today, but the sun was out and not too much wind for our runs or our ride up to Leiden this afternoon. I notice the bird life seeming more numerous, certainly the cow pastures along where we run have a lot of swans. The swans stay here all winter but they seem to be looking more like settling in preparation for cygnets arriving in the spring. We have a couple of mating pairs that we've observed over the years and it's nice to see them continuing to produce offspring; I think one pair had nine young last year, those parents have to be pretty good watchers with that many!
Our bike ride to Leiden was uneventful, though we did see a couple photo-worthy items, so Mike used his phone and took the following shots. Enjoy and may your weekends be sunny too!
Click on the photo so it gets bigger and you will see a cute little pony getting its exercise.
Who knew my bikes' tires were so big, but the shadow seems to indicate I'm on one of those turn of the last century two-wheelers!
This is a nice area for biking, walking, jogging, horse riding, etc., no motorized vehicles other than the occasional scooter goes through here.
Just a random canal in Leiden, but someone's going to have a hard time getting their boat mobile again!
Our bike ride to Leiden was uneventful, though we did see a couple photo-worthy items, so Mike used his phone and took the following shots. Enjoy and may your weekends be sunny too!
Click on the photo so it gets bigger and you will see a cute little pony getting its exercise. 
Who knew my bikes' tires were so big, but the shadow seems to indicate I'm on one of those turn of the last century two-wheelers!
This is a nice area for biking, walking, jogging, horse riding, etc., no motorized vehicles other than the occasional scooter goes through here.
Just a random canal in Leiden, but someone's going to have a hard time getting their boat mobile again!
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