When I last left you, we were snuggled in fluffy floor length dressing gowns, padding around the hotel room in slippers and looking forward to our downy bed.
I was zonked, a 4am start had knocked it out of me and I was hoping for a lie in, I was wrong because Mum had plans.
We had a leisurely breakfast then strolled over to the Rijksmuseum, for some culture, popping into some antique shops on the way.
One of those little white houses in the picture came home with us. They are copies of the gable houses that line the canals in Amsterdam and were given out on business class KLM flights from 1952.
We weren't used to seeing so many people on bikes, several near crashes occurred, most of them our fault.
There was just so much to the Rijksmuseum, you couldn't possibly do it all in just one day.
But I did spy my dream pirate ship..
... And the weapons that I would use to make badly behaved sailors to walk the plank, I mean just look at those pistols!
We found a lovely little Italian tucked away, literally tucked away, with two minute rickety tables balanced precariously on the cobbles.
But sometimes, the best places are diamonds in the rough, because we had incredible spaghetti vongole, with a free glass of rose, despite the fact nail polish remover might have gone down more easily!
Suitably stuffed, we ambled through the quaint streets, until we saw a decadent patisserie, where we forgot all about the spaghetti and the breakfast.
We napped two to go, hopped on a double decker train, which would have looked more fitting in a hunger games movie and headed to The Hague, where my godmother lives.
We spent a lovely night enjoying their company, then on the Sunday, when in Rome, we cycled to the beach and had lunch on the sand (on some beanbags, which were on the sand).
A lovely weekend for some mother & daughter & godmother time!
