Twelve and a half years as I recently found out is a milestone for relationships over here, and considering our current realities, conventional celebrations aren’t possible, at least for anyone who’s not a one percenter. While dining in restaurants or crossing borders remain out of the question, lucky for us, this weekend there was Keukenhof.
Early last week the government finally decided that test events would be done to bring back some semblance of normalcy – and I think to avert any societal revolt from all the regulations we’ve had to endure the past year. In trying to save the general population’s mental health, one of the venues chosen was the yearly flower show that is Keukenhof and for two weekends this month they’re open to a limited number of visitors. Forecasted rain be damned, Teko quickly bought us two tickets and parking for this Sunday, scheduled the free, mandatory
rapid antigen test that came out negative – whew! – and off we went to enjoy a morning surrounded by beautiful, human-assisted nature.
Aside from the unusual peace and quiet due to the absence of the yearly throngs of tourists, our lucky streak continued with the amazing sun accompanying us all day, a far cry from the rain we were expecting. Considering the circumstances our visit couldn’t have gone any better. It was a gorgeous day to mark the occasion.
As for our celebratory anniversary meal, a cone of fresh-from-the-fryer, dare I say ‘artisanal’, Belgian fries was good enough to commemorate. Not only did we reach it this far together, our online flat listing finally came out yesterday, signaling another step forward to our life outside crowded Amsterdam town. The pessimist that I am thinks it’s still too early to pop the champagne but I can’t help but feel giddy with the prospect of our impending move. Celebrating with chique frites amid the beautiful surroundings of Lisse is more than appropriate in the meantime.