Dance Parade

Phew... this new life of mine is very knackering I must admit... Yesterday my niece and her boyfriend came to visit, of course made her my favorite dish (tortilla wraps with peppers/corn filling) then my brother joined us and we went to the local Irish pub and drank a few alcoholic drinks and went to bed way too late for a 46 year old!

And I didn't even drink that much either but I did feel a bit out of it this morning, so did my brother, it was very interesting to see that the 26 year old boyfriend was as bright as a button like nothing ever happened and he didn't drink like there was no tomorrow.

Thought to make a positive decision and go for a bike ride since the weather here is absolutely gorgeous, it is really strange to be back in a country where it is not hammering down days on end.
So.. Rotterdam would be the place to be.. always something to do there.. and was there today!! I ended up in the middle of the dance parade. Basically this means a long long trail of very very big trucks with LOUD (and when I say loud I mean in fear of damaging your ears!) music and dancing people with very little clothes on.

Cycling past it all I suddenly got all emotional again. I have this so often lately when I am in the middle of a lot of people. I so wonder what this is.. do I tune into some mass hysteria, is it selfpity of being lonely in between so many people (hehe don't think so :-)) or am I just so happy to be back !!!

When going through all those possibilities in my head I got even more emotional with the last option and almost burst into tears when at the end of the trail of trucks there were 3 Roteb trucks. (Roteb is the company makes sure streets are swept, garbage collected and rubbish picked up)

Somehow that epitomizes for me the Dutch attitude to life. We
make fun, we make a mess but it always gets cleaned up :)