Beginnings - The Hague

Well, after much prompting by friends and family, I have officially started a blog. Ideally this will take the place of mass emails and other random postings, giving you the freedom to ignore me, or stalk me, at your leisure.

So, welcome. Or, I should say, welkom.

I arrived in The Hague with little trouble, although wondering if I really did need that last pair of shoes I shoved in my bag, or the second purse, or necklaces... but either way, I arrived safe and sound, if only a little road weary. My landlady is a scatterbrained Englishwoman who gave me tea and biscuits, talks a mile a minute and told me to sleep and she'd be back later for a chat.

The rest of Saturday was largely spent lying on the couch, sleeping, drinking tea and watching BBC. I finally got up the energy to exit my cute, cozy little studio (all white decor and no oven, and you have to step through the shower to get to the toilet, but otherwise no complaints) to buy myself the first real meal I'd had in what seemed like days (actually, just 1 day, and I'd eaten on the plane, but you know how it feels...) Found the grocery, bought a few supplies, and holed up once again at 35 Blois Van Treslongstraat.


Sunday, was, appropriately enough, a sunny day! Feeling like it was probably the one and only I'd see in a long time, I unpacked my bags, ate a quick lunch, and went to see if I could find the beach. All I had to do was wander 15 minutes up the street, and there I was, face to face with the North Sea.


And the entire rest of the city. Resolute to enjoy the day, we plodded along the sandy beach in a long column of couples, families, dogs and kite fliers. It was definitely the welkom I'd been hoping for.













Thought for today: I don't like saying "The Hague." It's too close to "the plague."