Friday, May 09, 2008
A Sweet Friendship
A few months ago, I received an email from a girl named Yolanda. She contacted me after reading one of the articles I had written for Expatica. We both happen to live in the same city and we are both Colombians, so she mentioned that perhaps we could meet up for a chat sometime. I was quite taken aback, yet at the same time it felt like I knew her. And that was only through that first email.
A few days later we met and ever since then she has become a little ray of sunshine in my life. Always smiling, always cheerful and always ready to lend an ear. Yolanda keeps thanking me for my friendship and for teaching her a lot about food and cooking, but I always tell her that I am also very grateful for being able to call her my friend.
Today she went out for a day in Den Bosch and on the way back, she called to ask if I was home because she wanted to stop by. I have never been to Den Bosch but I've always told myself that if I'm ever there, the first thing I'll do is look for a bakery. Den Bosch is the hometown to one of my favorite treats- Bossche bollen (Dutch eclairs). If they're good from a shop or a local bakery imagine getting them from a bakery there!
Well, half an hour later Yolanda showed up and out of her pink tote she pulled out a little bag and handed it to me. My heart smiled. I knew exactly what was in there. Yolanda remembered my love for Bossche bollen and was sweet enough to bring one back for me. The fact that I had a ragù going on the stove and that dinner was just an hour away didn't stop me from shooting a picture or two and immediately digging in. It was sinfully good- everything I'd imagine times ten. And not just because of the taste, but because of the sentiment that came with it.