This weekend a very sweet friend came to Dordrecht. I love to pick up a dear friend from the train and enjoy great company and food. Although we both have difficult things to struggle with at the moment, we laughed a lot too. Our lives ressemble a lot, even our birthdays are on the same date.
I made artichokes, houmous, falafels and figs in honey-ricotta, and the next day we had breakfast at Villa Augustus.
I walked my friend back to the railwaystation and waved at her when her train departed. Why is that always so much nicer than waving at a car?