Once upon a time, somewhere in Africa, there was a Dutch man called J. There he met N at a party. She happened to be American. He wooed her with his dancing skills and then there was a wedding on Vlieland. It’s a classic love story.
Now about that Vlieland part… to be perfectly honest; at first Claudia and I were having some worries about the logistical side of things. After all, Vlieland is an island (in the Netherlands btw), so you have to go there by boat. And then there’s this thing about cars: you’re not allowed to drive them. So basically, there’s boats and bicycles.
But hey! In the end everything worked out well. Perfectly well actually! N looked absolutely stunning, J looked like a sexy beast, the weather was lovely, the ceremony heartwarming and the party… well the party got out of hand quickly. But that’s ok. Vlieland is like Vegas: “what happens on Vlieland, stays on Vlieland”.
J and N: congratulations again. We are really happy you allowed us to share in all these wonderful moments. And more than anything: we’re glad to have found new friends!