On the weekend we abandoned plans to go to the Pride Parade, (something to do with incessant rain) and moved into our new flat instead. (its the one on the second floor with no flowers on the bacony) We are staying in De Pijp but just a little closer to our favourite cafes and the Albert Cuyp Market.
Its proven to be a bit of a challenge size wise. We are moving from a large, cheap but illegally rented flat to one half the size and three times the price. All we’ve had to sacrifice is a bathroom and about 30 square meters. We have a typical ‘Pijp’ bathroom, a WC with a shower hanging on the wall. Finding a spot for everything can be tricky, the kitchen is also guinness-book-of-records small, the loung room doesn’t have much to spare, so eventually you’re left standing on the balcony clutching your toothbrush and still trying to find a spot to put it!
It didn’t pass us by that the bedroom didn’t have room for much else other than the bed, what we had failed to anticipate was that Ron’s feet would be hanging over the end of the bed! And somehow we overlooked the church steeple with the very large bell that’s practically in our back yard!
The stairs are steep, the spare room on the fourth floor, the neighbours VERY close and the local red-light district not quite the tourist-friendly kind, but we love it. It already feels like home.
postcards from the north 