It’s always an amazing experience when one gets to visit the Efteling. The weather was fantastic and staying until closing time we also got to see the spectacular light show. A must see and feast for the young at heart!
took the tour with the Efteling train
and sampled almost all the roller coasters including the (in)famous Python
A short post on the last day of our lovely holiday. Thank you all for the kind FB birthday messages, calls and texts. To the few that were wondering where I’ve been hiding in all these months and in some cases years – all I can say it’s just been a hectic period, but I am convinced it will not last forever.
Tomorrow we are flying back from Nice and Biot. So it only seems fitting to upload some pictures of the holiday.
You reach over for your iphone, wondering for a brief moment if you should stop yourself in your tracks and go back to sleep. The summer nights have been playing havoc with your sleep and some mornings have been so early they can best be described as late at night. But to your surprise it is 8.09. You lounge leisurely in bed for the next half and hour playing brain games whilst sipping on a cold cup of tea that has infused since it was brewed last night. The sweet hibiscus aroma hits your palates and whilst you savour it, you decide you need something stronger.
An hour later and you are on the terrace working on your second cup of coffee. The weather is glorious so you station yourself in the only corner basking in sun. It’s a beautiful day with so much to be grateful for…
I am not quite sure how it happened….ceasing writing…and with that bursting the metaphorical bubble of existence. Discouragement led to a slow dwindle of posts and one day I turned off the tap altogether. In the beginning there was just silence. The voice that would incessantly tell stories fell quiet, and with that my soul seemed to die…little by little. Not sure what suddenly awoke it but perhaps a painting that I acquired for a mere penny which was delivered yesterday. According to a tattered label on the backside, it was painted in 1802 portraying a young man born in 1777 – 199 years before I was born. I’ve given him a place in the the hallway and I find myself slowing down every time I pass by. …and there I stand watching him as he watches me….silently. And I wonder who he was, what became of this man born a year after the American declaration of independence, painted just as Europe stood on the brink of the Napoleonic wars? I only know his name…Peter Heinrich Reimers…but for now he is Dorian Gray…