Saturday

It was a slow day. There were no delays when we went by train to my father and during our visit we spoke little so as not to tire him.
We went to the Mexican restaurant in the city centre, where I used to go when I lived around the corner. I really was looking forward to it, but it was just a good meal.

We've booked a cabin on one of the ships, moored in one of the canals of Groningen for the winter.