Sylvia's Journal

I had very happy dreams last night. They include a flight over the islands in the north of Holland on a beautiful clear sky day. Just before I woke up I was busy baking a yummy New York cheesecake. I think the happy dreams came from the paint fumes that were still strong this morning. I could get addicted to this.

The rest of the day continued to be happy. First there was the chili omelet, now one of Axel’s Friday morning specialties; then a haircut, a massage with four hands, two from Lisa who is back from the Philippines and did the reflexology part of the treatment. Then breakfast quesadilla lunch with Axel, Katie and Pia in the new Wakhan Café.

There was more happiness in the late afternoon when Fazel and his fiancée came to show their wares in a sort of Tupperware part but then for traditional Afghan arts and crafts. We touched everything they had put on display: ceramics, jewelry, wood (a walnut cookie jar in the shape of a Mughal palace) and much calligraphy. We had invited colleagues and friends – everyone went home with something beautiful.

After the artists had left we gorged ourselves on tacos, a variety of desserts and then hoola-hooped the calories off again with Meghann’s two enormous hoops.
It sure was a happy day.