Picking the Little Man up proved to be easy as well, with a very happy and bouncing (literally and constantly) attitude that carried him mostly home. I say mostly, because we typically pass a small speelplaat (playground) in the neighborhood on our way home, and they have recently added a new piece of play equipment.
Though, eventually, we were allowed to leave and go home for lunch.
|Looking through the "spyglass" for home|
Next week, I also start my formal Dutch language acquisition with official language lessons. With some hard work, and a bit of luck, I hope to go from faking my way through conversations at the kassa (cash register) to actually understanding when someone deviates from the script I keep in my head for the occasion.