After the meeting on Sunday we took a walk to check out the local 'American' ranch and saloon, Little Creek. It was everything you'd expect, complete with American and Texas flags flying by the corral. I don't know if it was the kitsch or maybe just a little homesickness, but I found the saloon horribly depressing and couldn't wait to get out of there. But the walk was nice and we met some charming livestock along the way.
Oh, and I had my first escargot the night before. (Or as I said in my Dutch class today, in order to practice the past perfect tense: "Vorige zaterdagavond heb ik voor het eerste een escargot gegeten, daarvoor had ik nog nooit escargots gegeten." ) The menu said 'petit gris' and we both thought I was ordering the tiny gray north sea shrimp that are so common here. Ha.
I adore the third picture in this post! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks! That house really caught my eye. I wanted to go knock on the door and ask if I could stay the night!
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