Volviendo ya de Roermond, decidimos seguir nuestro viaje hasta esta ciudad, aunque está a media hora de Eindhoven en dirección opuesta. Den Bosch, se parece mucho a las otras ciudades holandesas en las que he estado: un lugar tranquilo y agradable, no muy grande, con una plaza central y una iglesia típicas de estos lugares, que se estaba preparando ya para la gran fiesta del 30 de Abril (pero eso será otra historia).
Llegué muerto de cansancio y me tumbé a dormir como siempre, ya que un largo día de compras y visita turística, me hacen perder mucha energía. Y como dijo mi amigo Garfield, si dormir es un arte, yo soy una obra maestra.
Miau
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's-Hertogenbosch
What a title, isn't it? What you read is the name of a city I don't know how to pronounce, but for Dutch people hasn't to be very easy as they called it Den Bosch.
When we returned of Roermond, we decided to continue our trip to this city, that is just a half hour of Eindhoven in the opposite direction. Den Bosch, is very similar to other Dutch cities where I have been: quiet and pleasant, not very big, with a central square and a church, typical things of these places. They were already preparing the big party of April 30th (but that's another story).
As I am a cat, I felt comfortable in this city: it was not very crowded, practically all the center is pedestrianized and I saw another cats walking through the streets (I did not understand what they said to me). We took a coffee (Take Away), and returned to the train to Eindhoven where they were also preparing the big party (no, I'm not going to tell it yet).
I got so tired and layed down to sleep as usual, because a long day of shopping and sightseeing, make me lose a lot of energy. And as my friend Garfield says, if sleeping is an art, I am a masterpiece.
Meow.