My dad does not like the weather here

"It's so cold, and its so bleak, but at least it is not raining today. Thank God I wasn't born here."

I don't think my dad fully appreciates the weather here in Northern Europe. Maybe it is time for us to take a trip to Amsterdam. He does not understand - it is beautiful, once you've been here awhile. There's fungicide to take care of the mildewy bits, and hey, you can always wear layers. He's missing the watery romance revealed by the green moss lining the brick walls along the bike paths. He's missing the eloquent Indonesian puppet poetry in the long shadows of the mid-day sun. We did have sun, during one of the days he has been here.