Sean was approaching the end of his trip. I deluded myself up to this point that our European excursion would never end, but sure enough the final hours came. Wednesday is the day in my schedule that starts early in the morning and ends late in the evening, so I was unable to meet with Sean until the evening, where he decided to have us get some Dutch pancakes.
We settled in the eatery that was attached to the lobby of the Prince Hendrikke's Hotel, where a stately and dapper man waited on us in a somewhat contemptuous way. He seemed rather miffed that we didn't order any drinks, but was happy to take our order. Sean got himself one drizzled in peaches and sugar and got me a pancake covered in slices of ginger. These pancakes were absolutely delightful and whetted our appetites for something more.
We returned to the area near my apartment and walked around, looking for somewhere pleasant to eat. Our walk took us to where Sean was staying the first few nights he was in town, and we were stuck between a Chinese restaurant and an Italian place next door. Our most recent Chinese meal led us to the latter choice, and what a choice it was.
This restaurant was run by a homely and rotund woman of about 60, who said nearly nothing to us but "Aushtublieft." The meal consisted of a first round of homemade bread and butter and full courses of Italian favorites, all complemented with the best tasting bottle of wine I've ever purchased. Sean and I reflected on the entirety of his visit and this dinner provided the perfect closure to our two weeks together.
We arrived back at the apartment, where I quickly crashed, and Sean stayed up all night packing and keeping himself busy. Sean awoke me at 4 am to say goodbye, where I embraced him in a moment of tender thanksgiving, truly pleasured by his presence during my first month in Europe. After this moment, I said something foolish and humorous, though in my half-asleep state, the exact phrase has completely disappeared from my memory. And with that, he left and I was back to living alone.
We settled in the eatery that was attached to the lobby of the Prince Hendrikke's Hotel, where a stately and dapper man waited on us in a somewhat contemptuous way. He seemed rather miffed that we didn't order any drinks, but was happy to take our order. Sean got himself one drizzled in peaches and sugar and got me a pancake covered in slices of ginger. These pancakes were absolutely delightful and whetted our appetites for something more.
We returned to the area near my apartment and walked around, looking for somewhere pleasant to eat. Our walk took us to where Sean was staying the first few nights he was in town, and we were stuck between a Chinese restaurant and an Italian place next door. Our most recent Chinese meal led us to the latter choice, and what a choice it was.
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