Yes to Maastricht
As a recovering perfectionist, believe me when I tell you that sometimes you need a little jolt of indulgence. Even when your will is balking and you don’t feel you’ve done enough to deserve a treat. Especially then.
So when my friend and foodie partner in crime invited me to visit her old stomping grounds in the south of Holland, I blinked once and said Yes to Maastricht.
And now let’s drop everything and emit a primal scream. I want to live here — surrounded by 20 glorious squared meters of bread, cheese, pastry and wine.
The charming disarray of this second-hand haven reminded me how much I love muss! And the off-kilter and absurd.
Like this gorgeous absurdity of a cathedral-turned-bookstore/espressobar.
Best of all, we sniffed out several dozen of these antique beauties. I can’t wait to share the exciting scheme we’re brewing up for them and the Bunker! Soon, I promise.
But the sweetest reward of treating yourself to a getaway is the return home with eyes hungry for everyday beauty.
A happy, wide-eyed week ahead to you, friend.