We were lost. Wandering through the city center over cobblestone streets, weaving between buildings that harken back to Medieval times, anxiously checking Google Maps to find our way to the restaurant.
The chilly air is no deterrent to the young students enjoying cocktails and burgers in the brassiere. We finally give up and settle for a corner place, it’s menu simple and cozy confines inviting.
My colleagues laugh at my attempts to discreetly translate the Dutch words on the menu via Google.
“You can just ask us,” they say grinning.
In the end, We all want meat, mostly steak, tender and red with bearnaise sauce and fresh hot fries. We devour the late meal hungrily, then relax, talking over our work day, the high cost of room service and the craziness of the U.S. Presidential election (Yes, they all think Trump is an idiot).
I may not understand all their words and customs yet. But true friendship is not in language, but warm experience. We’re off to a great start.
The Wandering Foodie 
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