Wierden, no
My parents have planned a weekend in their holiday home somewhere near the German border. They have asked me to join them and I've agreed to come. They seem to enjoy having me around.
Quite frankly, I rather have my weekends to myself and the thought of a weekend in the country, in THIS country, with no company other than my parents and the thoughts in my head just fills me with dread. I was moaning about this to a friend last night and she asked me if the house was available to friends at all. Sure, I said. She then asked where it was. "Wierden, I said, it appears to be somewhere near Almelo."
My friend was adamant: "Aha. Sorry, but no. Not going there, not going anywhere near Almelo, Hengelo, etc. Horrible place. And the accent! Gets on my nerves. Wouldn't go there even if we got the house for free." My sentiments exactly. I'm telling myself that I will get through the weekend by bringing my camera, and regard the whole thing as a lovely chance to practice photography. "Pho-to-graph Wier-den...", my friend said, "Gah!"
We made a date for dinner the week after. Japanese. In Amsterdam.
My friend was adamant: "Aha. Sorry, but no. Not going there, not going anywhere near Almelo, Hengelo, etc. Horrible place. And the accent! Gets on my nerves. Wouldn't go there even if we got the house for free." My sentiments exactly. I'm telling myself that I will get through the weekend by bringing my camera, and regard the whole thing as a lovely chance to practice photography. "Pho-to-graph Wier-den...", my friend said, "Gah!"
We made a date for dinner the week after. Japanese. In Amsterdam.