It seems that this weekend everybody is somewhere else....
People in Germany, people in Aviemore, people coming over to see me(hurray)... i guess that's what they call having holidays...
but what if you live somewhere, where it feels like being on holiday all year round? When every weekend - on every trip you discover something new and beautiful? I guess at that point going on holiday means - going back home - back to Belgium. So that's what i will do - next weekend !
I am a bit afraid though - I will leave on the busiest weekend for travel (first weekend of July) and on that same day Scotland expects a record-number of visitors because of the G8-summit... (the political leaders actually will arrive on Prestwick Airport - where I will leave from - I'll say hi to Mr Bush when I see him... or maybe not...) - it is a petty that I will miss this first day (march on Edinburgh) but I will be back for the biggest fun on July 6th the big G8-Make-Poverty-History-Day... but definitely more about that later!
People in Germany, people in Aviemore, people coming over to see me(hurray)... i guess that's what they call having holidays...
but what if you live somewhere, where it feels like being on holiday all year round? When every weekend - on every trip you discover something new and beautiful? I guess at that point going on holiday means - going back home - back to Belgium. So that's what i will do - next weekend !
I am a bit afraid though - I will leave on the busiest weekend for travel (first weekend of July) and on that same day Scotland expects a record-number of visitors because of the G8-summit... (the political leaders actually will arrive on Prestwick Airport - where I will leave from - I'll say hi to Mr Bush when I see him... or maybe not...) - it is a petty that I will miss this first day (march on Edinburgh) but I will be back for the biggest fun on July 6th the big G8-Make-Poverty-History-Day... but definitely more about that later!
where will you go on holiday?
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Me? Do you really want to know it?
I'm going for a lazy, warm holiday in the Provence..
Hammock, sun, sunflowers, tapenade (fresh from the tiny local market), eating out in the bar tabac of the little village which turns into a restaurant at night, swimming, outside showers, lavender, baguettes, reading looots of books, sleeping even more, kajakking (?), visiting the Camargue and the wonderful town of Arles..
Oh.. oh.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, Kristof! Sorry! ;)
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