Sinterklaas is real!
Legend has it that a man named Sinterklaas arrives in the Netherlands each year in mid-November by steamboat from Spain, moving from town to town, delivering candies to nice children. Much like our Santa Claus, which, wiki says, is derived from Sinterklaas.
Today, coming out of the bathroom, I saw two boxes of letter chocolates inside my boots. The letters were P and V for my nickname and last name’s initials. I headed out, exclaimed “Sinterklaas is real!” and Dutch-kissed my sister. Oh, the Dutch kiss is three kisses on the cheeks, in case you’re asking.
Two other nice things happened today: I had a video chat with a good friend of mine which was probably the longest I’ve spoken today (I can’t really say much when it’s just me and my 10-month old barely-speaking nephew at home all day, can I?). The other is, it snowed tonight.
It was strong enough to create a thin pile of ice on my window sill. And it was hypnotizing too. It’s one that makes you stare at it and then before you know it, you know eternity. Ice pieces (or do they call it snowflakes?) came rushing toward me while I looked out of the window from my bed. It could almost make me fall asleep, only that I was enjoying this snow thingy for the first time. And as for sleep? It can always have me any night, so yeah, am still up albeit it’s almost midnight.
This night is special. The past couple of days have been special. Maybe the snow has something to do with it. For the first time since I got here a month ago (has it already been a month?), I am completely at peace that I am here, just right here.