Stay Holed Up In My Hotel Room
I had a traditional Dutch breakfast at the hotel. It was acceptable but not very special. I stayed in my hotel room all day managing my assets. In the evening, I finally left the hotel around 7:30 pm, which was the first time I stepped outside. I visited a bar called Taverne, which I had been to before. It had a nice atmosphere. After that, I revisited the bar I had gone to the previous night, but there were no customers, so the owner said they would close in 15 minutes. I love that kind of flexible attitude. When I was about to leave, the owner said, “See you next year!” and it made me laugh. I hope so. I had canned fish, leftover packaged arugula, and olives for dinner. I was not very hungry because I had a breakfast. When I tried to sleep, the noise from the next room was terrible. This was the noisiest room I have ever stayed in.
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- Staying A Hotel I had a traditonal Dutch brekfast at the hotel. It was acceptable but not so special. I managed my assets in the hotel room for a whole day. In the end, I went out the hotel around 7:30 pm which was the first time to step out. I visited the bar Taverne which I have visited before. It was a good mood. After that, I revisited the bar previous night but there were no customers so the owner said they will close in 15 minutes the night. I love such a flexible attitude. When I was going to leave, the owner said "See you next year!". It made me laughing. I hope so. I had canned fish and leftover packed ruccola, and olive for dinner. I did not so hungry because I had enough breakfast. When I tried to sleep, the next room's noise was so terrible. What a bad room this is. I have to say this is the worst noisy room in my life.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
