A week ago, I had to say goodbye to Estonia for a while. Since then, I have been enjoying the Dutch summer with occasional “saunas” (read: sitting in Matthijs’ sunheated room and boiling inside). The few first days were spent in the outskirts of Nijmegen at Matthijs’ parents’ place, which was especially nice as you can have lunch in their garden, enjoying the sun and watching how their cat attempts to hunt for birds. (There is actually a lot more room in the garden than it may seem from this photo. I just wanted to show how lush the plants are.)
While Matthijs was busy with other things, I explored Nijmegen on my own, buying necessary things for moving to Brussels and seeing the Tambourine Lady everywhere. Tambourine Lady is legendary in Nijmegen. She stands on random streetcorners, just playing her tambourine and looking around a bit absentmindedly. As much as I have been told about her, she doesn’t do it for money, she just likes playing the tambourine. In addition to being an unofficial mascot for the town, she also annoys the hell out of a lot of locals on whose streets she happens to play, so if you would understand enough Dutch, you could probably hear randomers complaining to their friends that Tambourine Lady set up camp right under their window last morning.
I don’t have a photo of Tambourine Lady, but I do have this photo of a two-level shopping street in Nijmegen. Not the most typical photo you can get from that town, but it is something unique – feel free to prove me wrong though and point out other towns with a street like that, I personally haven’t encountered this anywhere else though.
In addition to gathering necessary things like towels and medication (which is a lot cheaper in Netherlands than Belgium), there has of course been some grocery shopping and cooking. This brings me to something baffling: separately packed carrots. They were huge, so that can perhaps be a small excuse for that ridiculousness, but it’s still weird. Why would you need to have your carrots separately packed in plastic? Also, I got a chuckle from the fact that a carrot is not only called wortel in Dutch as I had previously assumed, but it can also be called peen. So we made our dinner with the help of winterpeen:
Last night I had a board game night. I had been organising things like that about once a month in Estonia, because it was a good excuse to gather my friends in the same place. Also, have I mentioned how much I love board games? No? Anyway, I put three game boxes in my moving suitcase, even though I could have taken some extra shoes for example. I’m glad I took them with me: yesterday Matthijs invited a friend over here and we had a lovely evening with Settlers of Catan and Dominion, accompanied by beer and chocolate muffins.
So, if there is anyone near Nijmegen or Brussels who would want to have a board game evening or cake evening, do let me know. I would be happy to arrange a meet-up, bake something delicious and set up the games.