Last look at The Hague

Moving from The Hague was hard. Everything happened so fast in the end, it is now a blur. I know that you can never have enough time in a city, but I really didn't feel we had enough time in The Hague at the end. Abi was visiting, and we weren't able to hang out with him without putting him to work (and he was so great about it.) Thank you, Abi.

The same goes for Ross' parents. They were there to see Ross' graduation, and be on a holiday, but they also got put to work. Thank you, Jill & Gordon.

Maybe it was because we knew we were leaving, but the city seemed especially charming. The annual sculpture festival was starting, and many strange things were popping up, like the sandcastle cityscape of The Hague, and a gigantic Styrofoam iceberg floating in the water outside the Parliament buildings.

I don't think we ever took the beauty of the city and the country for granted; it was always beautiful to both of us; but in those last few days and weeks, it was almost painful.













I know one day we'll be back.