In a Day

On a typical day, after a brilliant morning of classes studying Christianity during the late Middle Ages or European Identity, I hop on my bicycle and absorb the rare rays of sunshine striking my body. I ride to the Utrecht market, a happening place on Wednesdays and Saturdays. I love European markets--something about the small stalls and smell of fresh produce and fish. It excites all my senses.

I eat a marzipan frog (The end part of marzipan can be pronounced both pawn and pan. It is a paste made from crushed almonds and often molded into animal shapes. It is one of my favorite sweets.)


Then, I wander around the stalls. I enjoy a fresh-squeezed orange juice. I absorb more sunshine.

Admire shrimp


Look at the array of fish


I eat some kibbeling, deep-fried, piping-hot white cod fish that flakes apart in your mouth.


Buy a plant (in this case, a iris from the Saturday flower market)


Chill with a friend (Kim, in this picture.) Usually she is not in the stocks, we are typically drinking tea.


Perhaps eat dinner with friends, swapping heretofore secret culinary recipes (last night it was Sicilian lasagna trading recipes with strawberry pie and pesto pasta) and peddle home, wind attacking my face, before falling into a deep slumber.