Dordrecht

The oldest city in Holland, and the third largest city in the province. Many things could be said about the city, but what we're here for primarily is to visit a dear priest who was once a parish priest in our nearby town. It was really good to see friends whom you have never seen for a long time. Father fetched us at the train station and from there we then proceed to his parish. We had our cookies and coffee, blended of course with the long most awaited catching up. Not that long though because he still has to officiate a burial mass in an hour. We then, assisted by Father's friends to the convent. We had our lunch in a very traditional Dutch way. After we enjoyed our meal we had a short walk in the nearby mall and had our ice cream there. While savoring the ice cream a little talk had begun and ended in an hour. We then, went to PIDOC (Philippine's Documentation) section and had our readings about the Philippines.Wierd to think that we are reading about the Philippines while in other country, but certainly amazing because there were a lot of new things that only there that was known to me about our country, like how was the houses looks like before. Really amazing and fun! Father was a lot busy because that was Saturday. A lot of preparation to do for the Sunday mass. At around 5 in the afternoon we then had our dinner and in a little while the anticipated mass began. We joined the mass in Dutch. We never understand any of the words though but it feels good to be in the house of God. After the mass, its been a usual thing for Dutch people to have its coffee break..another cup of coffee and a little talk began. After we had the last sip of our coffee, father ask us to come up and there in our room, we had our talk..in bisayan language..really fun and the thing that i'd surely missed. We lasted our talk until father and my hubby finish the last drop of the white wine that they had while i was drinking my glass of juice. We had talk of a lot of things in life, things that are surely worth coming back. A never ending confabulation of life thats so inspiring and something that you would love to hear and talk about. We then headed home after we had our breakfast...guess what? corned beef with eggs cooked by Father..so touching..and taste really good. The joy of seeing an old friend brings, is more than seeing the place.=)