Roosjes and Language Shame
Tired of the plastic Ikea foliage that decorates our apartment, we recently bought a few plants. Our first purchase was an African violet from the Amsterdam flower market; it sits in our windowsill. On Saturday, we bought roses from our local market. A bouqet of 40 roosjes was only €5! We like having fresh flowers in the house, and will try to make it a weekly tradition. We'll probably get more plants after we've settled into our new apartment, although we still don't know when we'll be moving...Sunday evening we were invited to a birthday party thrown by our neigbours, Yuki and Hong, from Hong Kong. They have a son, Steven, who was turning six months old, so it was time to party. It is funny to note that Steven at six months weighs more than Elliott at 13 months--we don't know what they feed that kid! We met quite a few people at the party, and ate some tasty Chinese food (mmm...cha sui). Megan pointed out that we were the only people there who only spoke one language. In fact, most of the people there probably spoke at least three languages. We've got some catching up to do.




