In less than 24 hours I will be boarding a flight to Toronto, and this time I’m taking Pieter with me!
It feels almost surreal to be heading home so soon after my last trip, but my awesome friend Caitlin is getting married on Saturday and there is absolutely no way I’m missing that. And, thanks to the amazing work conditions you get here in the Netherlands, both Pieter and I had enough vacation time to make it a full week trip!
Needless to say I am beyond excited. There is so much to do in just eight days – and we are going to rise to that challenge. Pieter will finally get the chance to meet my brother and sisters, my nieces and nephews, my friends! I will finally get to meet my newest baby niece, born just a week after I left last time. And on top of all of that, there’s a Raptors game to go to, the new aquarium to visit, the AGO, Kensington market, the Annex, the Danforth … and so – much – FOOD. I have compiled a list of all of the places where we need to eat and it’s getting to be longer than my list of activities.
Technically, eating is an activity.
One in which I excel.
Currently I’m dreaming of the St Lawrence Market for amazing deep fried fish goodies. This place was unveiled to me by my gorgeous friends Em and Syd on a scorching hot, beautiful summer’s day … But surely it’ll be the same when it’s minus 20 out – right?
I am willing to buy a new wardrobe after this week. Thai. Vietnamese. Greek. BRUNCH – oooh, brunch! How sorely you are lacking from my Dutch life!
Portions unapologetically the size of my head …
In return for these magnificent delights, I’m stuffing my suitcase full of Dutch treats – stroopwafels, borrel nootjes, drop (poor unsuspecting friends) …
Another list, while far less fun, is also waiting for me: the to-do-before-we-leave list. We need to bring miss Porgy and all of her things to her cat grandparents (Pieter’s parents). I have to find pantyhose that I can bear to wear with my dress for the wedding (all tights except bamboo tights make my legs itchy and raw and send me into a scratching frenzy – fun fact). Oh yeah – I should also pack. It’s officially 9.00 pm and my suitcase is still in the dark recesses of our storage closet.
So things are pretty much under control I’d say.