This was the day our Queen of the Netherlands abdicated and her son, Willem Alexander, was crowned King and his wife, Maxima, became Queen. Of course I should have enjoyed to be in Amsterdam for this historic event which was so wonderfully orchestrated.
First the official events which were so dignified,: protocol was duly followed, but I am sure there were many with me who felt a tear spill over as Mother handed over to Son. Then the rest of the day was just a wonderful series of events and entertainment, allowing room for the spontaneity of this young couple shouldering such a load. I felt so proud to be Dutch –no, not by birth but by choice and thanks to marriage.
Tarifa remains a predominantly Spanish village, but with an eclectic mix of nationalities. On such a special day, the small Dutch community of young entrepreneurs came together, the orange candles ranged in the shape of W for Willem made an great centre piece, the orange soup (carrot and orange) was an interesting starter, and we all sat on the patio in the sun with a can of Heineken, to celebrate the inauguration of our new King. It felt great.