A dirty Mexican

Sun. Sangria. Flaggetjes. Tortilla. BBQ. Mexican chocolate cake. Strawberries. A lone dirty Mexican.

On a Monday morning, when I bike through Vondelpark, there's always remnants of a birthday party somewhere. A few straggly balloons or  some streamers dangling. On Saturday we celebrated Gareth and Sarah's birthday's and even managed to sing Lang zal ze leven in Dutch. We were tidy Kiwis though...nothing was left behind, except one or two little red flags. 

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