New York, New York

Ahhhh... after four days cycling, it was fantastic to relax to the best that New York had to offer. The Hotel New York in Rotterdam that is. P1 and I enjoyed our first splurge of the trip - luxurious bed and wonderfully pressed white linen sheets, great steaks from the plumpest Dutch cows I ever saw and the fantabulous crepe suzette I had to order from room service (P1 was feeling a bit woozy after sharing a carafe of fine Languedoc red hence the hasty departure from the dining salon).

What can I say about the fine strapping lads at the hotel. Our waiter looked like a taller, more handsome Tom Cruise, no doubt this improved the quality of our meal. Room service delivery boy was a tall, dark (solarium tanned that is) & handsome Dutch with wonderful pecs, biceps and forearms. He was concerned about P1's well-being, seeing as we didn't eat dessert at the restaurant, and was very solicitous of her health, even going to the length of asking whether there was anything he could do to assist. What a niiice boy! Unfortunately P1 was in no shape to enjoy the attention so I had to decline regretfully citing that she had a slight stomach indisposition. P1, snuggled up in bed, just scowled and pouted at us as we giggled.

All those wonderful tall boys at the hotel are (IMHO) movie stars just waiting to be discovered. I'm so glad we took this opportunity to enjoy Rotterdam, definitely a city worth the visit :D

*bliss*