A jar of muddy water, two brushes, a pencil and a palette with a big dot of dark paint. As non-professional painter you might get a tad bit nervous at the sight of these materials. Especially at a Delft porcelain workshop. No pressure! This is going to be fun. Let’s see: what do you need to paint Delft blue?
Just like Vermeer’s Girl with the Pearl Earring the Dutch kissing boy and girl traveled the world, mainly in the shape of Delft blue souvenirs. Those who know them as the porcelain figurines link them to Delft. But were they originally from Delft? A story of the kissing couple from Holland for Valentine’s Day. Or any other day. Read more
It was a warm and sunny Friday afternoon. I was waiting for my participants at Delft station. We would do a family bike tour Delft and surroundings. I looked at the big digital clock on the busplatform. They were late. Read more
I had to meet him. The bike tour Delft countryside was already confirmed and I knew I was going to take my participants in the direction of Maasland, where he, Roel van Buuren had his farm Landlust. I met him at the International City Podium, just before he did his elevator pitch. He was so easy going, the date was fixed in no time.
There we were. The inspiring mother with her Dutch looking, daughter. Both amazingly fit. I had thought the bike ride would take much longer, but we were at farm Landlust within 45 minutes. Roel showed us his Jersey cows, told us everything about his biological farm and offered us some fresh, unpasteurised milk. It tasted amazing. We were amazed by the work Roel did all by himself and left completely impressed by his story.
In the next farm we did a photo hunt game, tried a very cool swing on the playground, petted some animals and enjoyed an ice-cream made of fresh farmers’ milk on the terrace.
The bike ride continued through the polders, along canals until we came at this special hand operated bike ferry. We pulled and we pushed – actually the strong mother did all the work- and we managed to cross the water. With my arm muscles aching from the work I didn’t do we sat down on a boat terrace overlooking the wetland. Our bellies filled with beer & bitterballen ( & sprite) we headed back to Delft.