He came, he saw, he hung out on the front lawn. He had some interesting insights into Zeelanders, though he didn't mention anything about wearing sox on his head.
Also bathing in the evening light (in film they call it the everyone-looks-so-beautiful-filter) were my two new friends from Vlissingen with inside information on the what's hot and what's not in town. I was supposed to send you the photo and I've been looking for the email address, Ahhhh!
(I'm told an open heart is one that won't last forever, but considering we only just met I think that's ok)
Not sure who SFW is, he just knelt down to deliver this then he was off. Now I am worried that he is out to eat me. (perhaps that's what was meant by keep looking - as in, keep looking he's still out there)