,
Now what?
I’ve scribbled about storms, hail and gales galore and let’s not forget about
schlepping cumbersome luggage up and down those dratted stairs, all the while
enduring countless stares along the way.
No Pink Sneaker globetrotting sojourn is complete without some type of
roadblock or annoyingly inconvenient disruption along the way, with twists and
turns and curve balls just an expected part of the course. So, it oftentimes comes as a complete
surprize when hitches and glitches take a holiday from delay and interruption,
gifting me a much needed – albeit temporary - reprieve and break.
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| A Pink Sneaker adventure wouldn't be complete without RAIN!! |
So, it therefore seems fittingly appropriate that our last
night in Overveen found us fine dining along the tracks of the local railway
station, chowing down not on scavenged leftovers and scraps, but on five-star
gastronomic cuisine. Say, what?
Well, to be perfectly honest, we weren’t exactly shivering
outside in the biting cold, but nestled cosily in the quaintest of cafés, our
picturesque window seat over-looking said tracks. Our birds-eye view of the comings and goings
of harried passengers darting for the train made for quite the entertaining
spectacle, especially when an all-out battle with over-burdened baggage kicked
up the drama a notch or two!
Desperate for a café au lait one bitterly frigid and rainy
morn, yet later than late and on a marathon sprint to catch my train, I was
faced with the prospect of once again boarding without my customary jolt of
caffeine. With not even a second to
spare to hightail it to Klein Centraal to grab my much-needed Java, I could
only stare longingly out my carriage window at the patrons milling about the
conveniently located café.
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| So close and yet so far from my Java. |
Just yet another run of the mill coffee shop strategically
situated at the crossroads – or so I mistakenly thought – this non-descript
edifice was so much more than just your average café. Little did I know that it was the talk of the
town and home to the most scrumptious of Dutch fare and cuisine. Reservations were most definitely in order,
and you’re so out of luck if you think you and a party of five could just
stumble on in on a bustling Friday or Saturday night.
But, if you happen to be the Clueless Duo, you just saunter
on in and ask to be seated in the most coveted of locations in restaurant prime
real estate, nonchalantly requesting a table with a view!
And, so we dined – or was that gorged? - on escargots and
wine on a random Tuesday eve in Overveen, watching the world skedaddle on by.
Come hang out with Travel Bud and I as we inadvertently
end up in random pubs and diners on our gastronomic tour of the world. Whether imbibing in copious amounts of vino
or languishing the afternoon away in abandoned railway stations, our adventures
were far from dull and mundane – or, in retrospect, escapades worthy of a
chuckle or two – checking off the check list of yummy cuisine!
Check.
Check.
Stay tuned for the continuation of the
escapades of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora and Sidekick Oz in the Netherlands.
Next post – In three weeks! - Wednesday, August 17th. Stay tuned!!
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