Sweet, quiet Sunday

Three weary warriors slept in outlandishly late, nearly noon for the guys and about 10 for me.   I am not on AMS time despite my best efforts and usually I am awake at midnight and stare at the ceiling until just before dawn.  After so much exercise yesterday we were all happy to call this a rest day, starting with a beautiful brunch in a cafe and then a gentle walk around the park.   More short walks around surrounding blocks to orient ourselves, a challenging feat given that streets are not always straight and sometimes a canal appears out of nowhere.  We continue to luck out with benevolent weather, warm and sunny during the day and cool at night, great for sleeping.  Ummm, that is for those who can sleep.

For today, here is a peaceful picture of a heron, duck and a turtle sharing a quiet spot in the pond at the park.  This evening Dave will attend a flamanco guitar concert in town but I’ve chickened out as it’s an indoor venue.  I am still cautious and feel very out of place in this cosmopolitan city of unmasked, obviously bursting with health, Amsterdammers.  Their statistics speak for themselves, a very high vaccination rate and an R-value of just under 1.  Free pop-up Covid test clinics are everywhere, and their efficiency has made it easy for them to celebrate excellent stats.  Despite predictions of a dramatic Delta rise, the opposite is happening and I am ever hopeful we are moving quickly towards an endemic phase of this challenging time.  

And on that happy note, good morning or good night, depending on where in the world you are reading this!