When I lived in the US, I, like most Americans, took good weather for granted. Occasionally I’d go to the park with my dog, and I was in a few sporting leagues (softball and sand volleyball), but that’s about the limit of my time spent outdoors. Even when I’d grill in my backyard, I’d take the food inside to eat. Part of that was because of the heat, humidity, and mosquitos, but part of it was because I always figured I could enjoy the weather “some other time.”
Living in Amsterdam has taught me that that is not always true. The next “nice” day may not be for a few weeks, and may not fall on a weekend, so you have to enjoy them when you can. We’ve actually had some pretty nice weather here over the last few weeks. Sunny, warm, just a light breeze. I even saw some people swimming and sunbathing on the Amstel river a week ago. Amsterdammers know, when the weather is even somewhat nice, you go outside and enjoy it.
Our apartment has a nice terrace deck on the back, and we finally got around to ordering furniture for it, as well as some cushions for the wooden bench that is already out there. Delivery was scheduled for yesterday, so we waited anxiously, since it was actually a nice day (if a bit on the cool side). The delivery time kept getting pushed back farther and farther into the afternoon, until it finally arrived at 16:15. The delivery man got lost, and then once he found us, he informed us that he “doesn’t go upstairs”, so he left all the furniture on the sidewalk outside. We carried it in, and began assembling it.
Once we were done, it was still warm enough that we sat outside and enjoyed the weather. I’ll let the photos tell the rest of the story.