The other day sweet memories awoke. A friend of mine posted a map of a small village at the Belgium border where I used to cycle with my race bike.
Especially when the sun was shining and I had some time off, I frequently went for a ride there. His post made me go back in time.
My memories of these rides swiftly and vividly came back to me. I was amazed at how precisely I could picture the tracks I used to ride.
Where I had to go left. Where the roads were rough. Or where I was going down or up and had to push for some extra power. Sweet memories indeed.
Walking in Breda at the moment is peculiar after being away for almost a year. And this was amplified once we sat in a restaurant we loved to go to when we still lived here. I used to own the original of the can shown here. Droste is a brand of chocolate powder to make … Read more
When we walk from the house into the direction of the village, along the Via Verde, we pass a small pallet factory. As far as can be noticed, the factory indeed only makes wooden pallets. From a distance, the scent of freshly processed wood enters your nose. It brings back memories. When I was still … Read more
Some days we work, some days we go sightseeing.Today we did better. We worked in the morning and went sightseeing in the afternoon. It’s a great way of splitting up the day. And it was a sentimental journey as well. About 20 years ago we went for the first time – and until now the … Read more
Several times a week we walk to the village. To shop, drink coffee with friends, or – in my case – go to Spanish class. The first part of the road leads us downhill and near the end, we have an overview of a campground. It’s a quiet place. Lots of tanned, elderly people. It … Read more
It’s difficult to decide what we want to keep and what has to go. This plate, for example, is a commemoration of my communion: I had a religious upbringing but am not religious anymore we like modern design and this is totally kitsch it’s almost 60 years old and I have never used it once … Read more