Well, kids, tragedy has struck. In the form of pavement striking my camera.A few weeks ago we took a weekend trip to Maastricht, in Limburg in the south of the country. Within hours of arriving in the most picturesque city I'd seen in many months, I'd managed to hurl my camera into a cobblestone sidewalk, rendering it a sad, sad pile of metal and plastic.
I did, on the walk from the train station to our hotel, snap this little shot of the Saint Servatius bridge, the oldest in the country. At least it's something. (Also something: now I get to pick out a new camera!)
So anyway, the weekend was good, undocumented though it may be. The city was beautiful and hilly, and the trip was a fantastic break.
Since I named this blog after cheese, I should mention here that Casey and I split a really tasty cheese plate just before heading back home. I wanted to sample some of the famously stinky local variety, and it was even better than I'd hoped. And less stinky (although it was a very cold evening, which helped).
