After all these years, all it took was a fellow American and a transplanted Syrian to get me to visit Leiden.
It was a beautiful Saturday when I hitched a ride with my partner, who was on his way to help out his mom in Hellevoetsluis, and who was kind enough to drop me off along the way to meet up with some work colleagues for a day out in the town. We started off with a surprisingly good Dutch breakfast on a floating barge on the Nieuwe Rijn river — admittedly the notion of dining on the water still gets me all excited. The sun was strong enough that for a while I sat sans any jacket or sweater, and enough to justify a glass of chilled white wine — yes, wine for breakfast. Because why not. It gave me the energy that I needed for the tourist walk around the Saturday market, and even further onto another excursion to Delft. Another successful weekend for the ages.