The apartment we rented was absolutely beautiful. It faced a little square, so across the way I could see a flower shop, a tailor, a cafe, and, much to my surprise, an Indonesian food store (side note: Dutch first went to Indonesia in the 16th century to look for spices. Indo became a Dutch colony for a while and Indonesian ingredients are widely used in Dutch cooking). The apartment belonged to a traveling, single nurse who was away in Panama when we got there. Her brother met us and he was so nice and kind and probably spoke better English than we did. Come to think of it, most Dutch people we met were more articulate in English than we are.
Anyhow, the apartment was lovely. In the middle of the third night of our stay, I start shaking Billy awake.