Saturday morning Paul arrives from Scotland, loaded with presents for his daughter Raquel, who's surviving in Amsterdam, and us. Now that his suitcase is almost empty, it's time for heavy duty shopping!
We drift downtown by boat. Living below sea level has some advantages, like the web of waterways in our city. We park the boat close to the shops, plan our spree like a military operation, and attack.
Shop till you drop, when the going gets tough the tough go shopping makes hungry, so we introduce Paul to the only Dutch delicacy he doesn't know already: rookworst. After tasting the Chanel among the smoked sausages, a Hot Hema rookworst, the boys are in heavy need of a wee dram...
Still that suitcase has to be filled again, so we work our way through Leiden's 1 kilometre of shopping fun, on the beat of the many draaiorgels - another typical Dutch treat.
We don't know yet it is the last day of orange all around... That evening the Russians kick Holland oleole out of the European soccer championship. Now Turkey has to beat the Germans for us coming Wednesday!
Poor boys - instead of coping with their babbelas in bed they have to get up early Sunday morning. There's another serious task at hand: sketching.
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