Savoring being back home, even if it's only for a few hours. Have to get back to 's-Hertogenbosch (I just had to type that again
) on Sunday evening. Those two days went about as good as could be expected: a five hour drive, being introduced to a lot of people whose face, name and job I immediately forgot, a horrid night in a rather luxurious hotel, a nightmarish drive through the rain to Brussels (I wasn't driving), going crazy in the traffic while the GPS went crazy on its own (there the driver also went crazy and I had to take over), and miraculously getting on the train just as the departure signal was ringing.
I like calamari, even when it feels like it would bounce right back at you if you threw it at the wall. I like the texture
