And now we are in Amsterdam.
After a raucous ride with a crazy pile-driver who insisted on plying me with wine and repeating his favorite phrase, “Mother FUCKER!” numerous times (Suzanne said, “See, this is what happens when I don’t sit next to you!!!!”), we arrived in a happy sunny Amsterdam.
One of my favorite people in the world, Klaas, has loaned us his beautiful apartment. And he and his even lovelier wife, Karin, and his two gorgeous and brilliant children, Laura and Ruben, joined us for one of THE BEST steaks ever, with crispy fries and the most to-die-for mayonnaise, and an evil caramel chocolate cake concoction that could bring down whole nations as a Trojan Horse of obesity.
I was sad to leave Paris. But gotta say, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but right here, right now.