Oh how I love Europe. We just returned from a very satisfying morning "cafe verkeerd" at a local tea room. (Complete with a wonderful "slagroom" pastry, I might add.) And while the skies are grey and gloomy, I am quite content.
At first it seemed as we were the only ones roaming the city. We had the sidewalks to ourselves and the streets were quiet with the exception of a tram passing by from time to time. The cars that we did see didn't seem to be in a hurry. It was as though everyone realized that Sunday, indeed, is meant for relaxation and enjoyment.
As we sat in this little tea room my mouth watered at the selection of pastries teasing me from behind the glass. I instantly vowed to myself to return to this quaint little shop filled with locals reading their papers and talking so quietly that you wondered if they were talking at all.
This, my friends, is part of what I love about Europe. The beautiful little shops and cafes where people don't seem to have a care in the world. A place where relationships seem to be a priority instead of an afterthought. Sometimes it seems has though time just stops so that one can truly focus on "being" instead of "doing." Indeed, it is a way of life that I am loving more with each passing day.