The sun is shining gloriously over Holland and it looks like summer is here at last after months of drizzle. I'm sitting here enjoying a late breakfast (late shift today) of scrambled eggs and watching a mummy spider guard her 50 miniscule baby spiders on our apartment wall. I don't have the heart to evict them. The place is becoming more like a zoo every day.
We had a fun weekend enjoying the sunshine from the terraces of Haarlem baseball stadium. It was the Haarlem Honkbal (Baseball) Week and we had tickets to the final on Sunday (Netherlands v. Cuba). Despite forgetting suncream, a hat and something to cover my 'English' shoulders I had a great time. After each innings the Dutch supporters stood up to sing a collection of stupid songs (accompanied by lots of bum wiggling and arm waving). The most memorable was the 'Pizza Hoot, Pizza Hoot, Kentucky Fried Chicken, MacDooooonalds' song, complete with actions. A narrow second was 'Heb je even voor mij?' ('Have you a moment for me?') which is possibly the most catchy and also the most annoying song ever written. I made sure that I joined in with the compulsory greasy hot-dog eating, to make the American Experience complete. The game was very entertaining, mostly due to the fact that the home team were victorious and that I had Peter to untangle the rules. One of our party, Salvador, managed to catch a ball that missed the field and whizzed over the crowd's heads. He is now the (extremely) proud owner of his very-own souvenir ball and a bruised palm.
After the game we went to Specktakel in Haarlem- a great restaurant which serves all kinds of dishes from around the world. Between us we devoured antelope, kangaroo, octopus, sushi, rose-flavoured ice cream and the yummiest crème brulee. Obviously my empathy for animal-kind doesn't extend to the edible variety.
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