Strowis turned out to be such a pleasant stay. As I pen these words, recollecting the day’s events… a bunch of local youths and foreign hostel guests are downstairs at the outdoor garden strumming the guitar, talking, laughing, drinking… How I long to go down and join them but sleep beckons to my heavy head... Been awake since 5am and haven’t slept a wink in between. The room is just perfect; it has this large window that looks out onto the garden below. You can just sit by the window sill and dream... creepy rose vines, ferns with secrets, funny oversized pigeon, soft luscious moss... Ultra cool.Oh, I can’t write anymore. Good night, Utrecht... good night...
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