Goodbye winter dahag
Exactly a year ago, I said goodbye to Café Restaurant Amsterdam. I had worked there for seven years (with a few internships abroad in between) and was raised there by Milène, the boss of the whole place. She taught me how to make the best steak tartare. And showed me how to take a reservation; namely, always ask to spell the name. Even if someone is named Jansen. Because how silly does a misspelled name look on the reservation list? When guests came in at Christmas without a reservation, they got the best table, because how cool are you if you dare to take that gamble. At the end of the year, I always bought a gift for Milène at Agnes B. Her favorite brand. Recently, she sent me a photo with a blouse she received seven years ago. It still looked fantastic on her.
When I told her about my transition to Amayzine.com, she completely agreed with me. She wouldn’t recommend anyone to work in the hospitality industry their whole life. Because children, social life, forget it. I still dream about it sometimes, you know. Having my own business.
At Amayzine, I am learning very different things again. Which words I should and shouldn’t use and how I constantly have to pay attention to my spelling (I am dyslexic and messy, a deadly combination). I have always been crazy about fashion, but didn’t know any names. I really didn’t know who Haider, Phoebe, Diane, or Frida were. But now I do.
But now my bag is packed. Just for a moment, not for another big transition. Maybe not the best time to take a break, with all those end-of-year pieces that need to be written. But it feels really good. I’m leaving winter behind for a bit. Shorts, spaghetti straps, a skirt, bikini (definitely more than one), something nice for the evening, flip-flops, sunscreen, a hat, a lot of reading material, and music. That’s all I need. Oh yes, and a yoga mat. I’m going to Thailand for a bit of yoga. And for a detox. I’m taking the whole cleansing package. For the mind and for the body. I’ll let you know how that goes. Or if it goes well. The past few days, I’ve been checking my iPhone every hour to see the weather in Koh Samui. I don’t think I can complain. If all goes well, I’ll be summer blonde and poop brown at the Christmas dinner.
