Sometimes it’s only in the middle of showing friends around this beautiful city that I remember how long we’ve been here. (We lived on this very canal at one point.)
We remember every day how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful city.
And as all the emotions become overwhelming you just have to stop and share an enormous slice of Appeltaart.
Appeltart and espresso, while sitting in a courtyard, by a canal, with friends, cures all your ills!
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Maybe we can meet for a chat, espresso and appeltaart somewhere next month?
I would love that, then I can give you the big hug I owe you for the most gorgeous gift you gave me.
Well hello there!
I would love to catch up for a coffee, and you don’t owe me anything! However I did manage to forget to take photographs in the excitement of getting it to you as soon as possible, so if we catch up I may need to rectify that! Wanna be a model? 😉