I came back early from the training weekend in School specifically to see Sinterklaas steam into town on Sunday. I endured much ridicule from many of my Dutch running acquaintances for this. Be that as it may, Sunday was a gorgeous day, and Ed and I had a great time. If you have questions about the hundreds (thousands?) of men, women, and kids dressed in black face paint and jester costumes, read about the morally confusing history of "Zwarte Piet" online. It's fascinating.
First stop: Maritime Museum, just down the street, to await the arrival of Sint's "pakjesboot."
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Waiting for Sint at the Maritime Museum (Scheepvaartmuseum)! |
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"Who is nice? And who is naughty?" |
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SINTERKLAAS! And the Zwarte Pieten! |
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Pieten on the loose! |
From there, we biked to the pool for a quick swim. Rather, Ed swam, and I forgot my swimsuit at home. How do you forget your swimsuit? Oh, well.
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