Today, I’m glad. I am glad for the memories I have made in the last days, for the family and friends I have had during the holidays, for the light and joy that has surrounded me during the days of Christmas that almost past. As I grew older, my enthusiasm for winter holidays was lost. It’s not necessarily a thing to enjoy. And I really wanted to get it back. I wanted to go back to the butterflies in my stomach that I felt every time I heard whistles, smelled of cakes and cakes or heard about a dream night….
Amsterdam, the winter of 2018. The train has arrived at the destination. One of the most beautiful stations in the world, an imposing old building that had a breathtaking view as you went out of it- old churches, a chanel with lots of boats, trees with lights twinkling in the sun rays, a bridge that was crossed by many people who were passing by or were just taking photos and a very nice white restaurant right on the left of the Central Station, called Loetje. …cold enough for winter but the snow was not covering the roofs of the buildings….