During one of my first visits to the Netherlands John took me to the Efteling. We went by bike from his parents. After some forty minutes biking he pointed at a building and said: “This is my school. I know the way by heart because I rode my bike here and back five times a week for several years.” “How did you go when it was raining?”, - I asked. “I was biking. Rain or no rain.” At that point I thought that Dutch parents are very cruel to their children if they make them bike to school forty minutes one way in any weather. I still cannot imagine I could do this to my child. I thought about this today when I had to bike home twenty minutes in the rain from The Hague Central Station. I had a raincoat on which would have protected me from getting soaking wet if I haven’t fell from my bike because the wheels slipped on the smooth tiles in front of the Municipality. Fortunately I have reacted very fast and haven’t hurt myself, but I didn’t enjoy the experience.
I went to a ballroom lesson today again. It’s very inspiring. Here’s a high level cha-cha-cha. Just let me be clear: this is not my ambition.