One tipsy night in Schiedam

Dear readers, tonight my husband and I had a quarrel. He went out to get some “fresh air”. But when he didn’t come back at 8PM to cook dinner, I was already starving. I had to find a place to eat.

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So I went to our favourite restaurant in Schiedam, Prego in Langehaven. I had a plate of spaghetti vongole and three glasses of Inzolia. It was a beautiful evening. I saw a group of young people smoking pot on the restaurant’s boat terrace. Oh too be young and free!

During dinner I called up my friend in Spain and we talked about laptops, Siberia and his frustrated sex life. I always have so much fun with him even in a telephone conversation.

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After dinner, I walked home, taking the long way. I stopped to smell the roses.

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And took photos of what life is all about, as displayed on somebody’s window.

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And stared at this window for five minutes wondering what this picture was all about. I could see eggs on the bottom and flour on top. Could it be that s/he is baking something?

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There’s also this old bath tub converted into a bench. Can you spot the windmill on the window?

Do you know that my city, Schiedam, has nine windmills in the Old Town? I think it is prettier than Zaanse Schans. Less touristy and we have Jenever (sort of Gin but way better).

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Even dying flowers on a century-old window look stunning in the sunset.

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Bikes and churches and canals. The essence of the Netherlands (Holland for most people) in three words.

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How my city was spelled in 1834. Which is actually a play on design and dimension because if you look close, the E’s look like D’s but from afar, they look like normal E’s.

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A windmill.

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When I passed by this one, I stared and thought, “How would it be like to live in a windmill? It’s probably cold up there. But how many peole could say, they live in a windmill?” Oh, we and how we think about how other people would think.

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This is the point where I decided to stop taking photos and enjoy my solitude and my journey back home. Maybe the husband is waiting for me and we could finally sort this out. Good night everyone.

P.S. All photos taken with iPhone5S. No editing involved whatsoever.

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