Back In Paramaribo

 Up at 5 am, a big hotel breakfast, a cab ride to Schipol airport on a cool rainy dark morning…back to Dutch all the time. Sigh.

And an uneventful nine hour flight across the Atlantic. I  left at nine and arrived at 3pm thank you time change. The Paramaribo airport is pretty small and easy to get around especially after Amsterdam.

Two views of the presidential palace as the taxi swept me home on an hour long drive. I was tired.  

The Marriott near the Suriname River, Paramaribo’s big chain hotel. 

So aside from drawing out the taxi ride to keep you in suspense the big question I am evading here, is how was Rusty? Pleased to see me of course after he got over his shock. 12 hours later he is glued to me still, worried I might leave him again. 

The awful part last night was after a nap in my arms and a walk we were going out to dinner with Dale who spent last week with Layne while I was in Scotland. I had steak after I tore myself away from my boy and it was delicious even as I salted it with my tears thinking of Rusty home alone again even if for just a couple of hours.  

He was going to be more comfortable in the apartment but they way he looked at me as I left with Layne and Dale tore my heartstrings. But Dale and I did get dessert to make up for it. He and Layne had fish: 

After we got back to the apartment, despite my exhaustion Rusty and I went for a long neighborhood sniff and as I write this he’s lying on my feet not willing to be apart from me. Dessert was berry cake and white chocolate ice cream.  

The owner came out and chatted. He was born in The Netherlands and worked in other peoples’ kitchens and decided to open a restaurant in Suriname with his wife. 

Passie means passion as conceived for a craft or skill. It doesn’t translate well into English so he kept it Dutch to avoid confusing sexual or romantic passion with the kind he wanted to express but can only do so in Dutch. 

A good evening for us adults while Rusty and I are tight again. Up next we start the process to get his exit papers with a planned departure for French Guiana next Monday.  Dale has already flown away and I will miss him.