"Remember that we spent a bunch of time here taking pictures?" he asked, and walked on with the children.
I wanted to remember the sizzling hot patate frite in a paper cone. The doves who came right to our feet to ask for food. The bakery stalls filled with all the delicious Dutch foods I am worried we may not have enough time to eat. The band of Zarte Peits, playing carnival music as they walked through the market. Most of all , I want to remember how it felt to be us, here. I am so thankful to God for this time together!
Later, we had supper with Oom Leo and family. I was afraid it would be hard, because I did not know them, and because I speak very bad Dutch, but it was very nice.
Family ties transcend social boundaries; perhaps because we know all the same people, or perhaps because of loyalty? Whatever it is, I am very glad to know them now!