Yesterday, our street was turned into a play ground for the neighbourhood’s children. The afternoon’s highlight was a visit from the youth fire brigade. On the local news site today, an article (in Dutch) and some photos show up. What an incredibly fun afternoon for the kids, and a wonderful experience seeing all those laughing children playing in the foam.
It has not rain properly for months now!
This damn drought is so localised around the Kortrijk area, that big fat rain clouds pass us by without oozing out anything. I know it is bad when I need to use a big shovel when burying my kitchen scraps. I am saving water I use to clean my vegetables and pouring this out to my thirsty plants.
Maybe I should clean my windows more often, tempt the rain gods. Argh… I truly despise droughts.
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.
This afternoon, we went to D’s parents to eat home-made waffles. Nothing beats eating warm and delicious Belgian waffles fresh out of the waffle iron cooked by Belgians.
As long as I enjoy preparing good healthy meals, I will also enjoy the process of shopping for ingredients. Therefore, those pre-cooked packaged meals and grocery delivery businesses will not find their ways into this household any time soon.
Yesterday, we went on a road trip visiting the cities Durbuy and Dinant. Quaint little Durbuy claims to be the smallest city in the world, whereas Dinant boasted an impressive citadel next to the river Meuse. D and I have been to both cities before, but we still find the trip quite enjoyable. I am glad that mom and dad are healthy and mobile despite being in their mid-seventies. How wonderful to see them get excited and interested in things here in Belgium.
D and I brought my parent to Wenduine for a short visit. It was a lovely seaside city overlooking the North Sea. During a walk along the sea front, I spotted an offshore windmill park. Yeah to being blessed with eagle eyes!
There’s a trick to the ‘graceful exit.’ It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out.
Yesterday evening, D and I went to Gentse Feesten 2017. A couple of heavy rainfalls caused most people to scatter away seeking shelters, making the streets a lot less crowded compared to years past. Regardless of the weather, Ghent during this festival is always full of life and activities. For D and I, it is still fun attending this beloved annual event.
Today is Belgium’s National Day. I celebrated this in Kortrijk. Dinner was a steaming pot of mussels cooked in white wine. Good food, good company, good life!