We’ve been out all day, back in time to get ready for dinner and then by the time I’ve got back to my room again, I’ve been so tired that I’ve just bathed, answered essential emails and gone to bed. All this extreme socialising is taking its toll. On the other hand, I’ve slept well for two nights now, which is unusual enough.
Tomorrow is our last full day and we’re going to Leiden and Haarlem. It’s been a delightful day today, the warmest yet after a thunderstorm in the night. We visited the Kröller-Müller museum at Otterlo and Het Loo palace at Apeldoorn. The first would have been enough really, the museum is full of wonderful paintings, particularly Van Goghs and there is a park outside with sculptures. You can take a bicycle and scoot around if you want to spend the day there.
Being on my own has its advantages, because I like being quiet and thinking my own thoughts rather than having to keep up a conversation. I went into one room and a couple were deep in conversation, or rather the man was doing most of the talking, waving his arms emphatically. I edged near enough to hear, but he was saying fairly obvious things, no great art criticism. I don’t want to do a lot of analysis about why I like something. And when I was outside, it was just lovely, quiet and peaceful in a beautiful woodland setting. Passing a few words when you met someone was plenty, I didn’t want to talk. To some people, there’s no great pleasure in experiencing something unless they can share the moment verbally, and fair enough, but it feels like an intrusion to me. The more I like something the less I want to chatter.
If I have time tomorrow, I’ll put up some photos, but it will have to be from my phone unless I email them to myself, so it might be too much effort. We are all planning to have a meal together I think, having gone out in small groups each evening up to now. I’m quite puzzled to work out how my clothes have shrunk so much, I can hardly get in to some of them.