Category Archives: Personal

Art or artist?

Sometimes when I’m running errands, I like to pop into my local church and just sit. I’m not particularly religious, but I overthink my day, say thanks and sometimes – when I’m in an exceptionally spiritual mood – I chat with the universe.

There is something lovely about churches (and mosques and temples, for that matter). They hold a quiet. A piece of mind. A just sit and be. A welcome home.
I closed my eyes.

That’s when I noticed it. The church – which is under renovation – didn’t smell like the usual candles or incense. It smelled like paint. It smelled like an artists atelier, complete with a hint of dust on the floor and soft filtered light floating through matte windows.

I loved it.

Creation is art
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My dad is not just my dad

Time to write an introduction to the Scotland trip I made with my dad last month.
With your dad? you might think.
Hell yeah with my dad!

Dad and me in the forest
On our first hike of the trip: an easy stroll through the forests around Dunkeld. We were greeted with rain but we didn’t care one bit.

You might have noticed from previous writings that I usually travel alone (and love it). So being in almost constant company while on the road – sharing cars, bedrooms and bathrooms – is a bit of a challenge for me. I’m used to doing things my way, and that’s not entirely what happened in Scotland.

My two biggest regrets are: Continue reading My dad is not just my dad

Is a dream a lie, when it don’t come true?

And so I walked the last day of my first Via de la Plata. The clock had switched to daylight savings recently and, with that, walking in darkness became a thing again. I enjoyed the absolute quiet. Staying in an albergue alone also means walking alone, and with the nearest towns over 10km behind and ahead of me I knew I’d have the Camino all to myself. Soon came the sunrise.

I talked out loud to the hazy colours – the blue hue that had enveloped the trees and grass. I talked to the birds singing and to the flowers slowly opening up to a new day. I talked about travelling.

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The context in which I walked this Camino

My 3th to 5th day on the Via de la Plata brought a lot of emotions. I have long postponed the continuation of this blog, partly because I find it hard to put the events that happened to words, and partly because explaining what happened also hinted a lot about my plans for the future (and those plans have largely been kept secret until yesterday).

However to complete the story of my Camino, it is important to explain a little more about the context I walked in. I apologize, because this entry is not really a travel blog, but mostly a personal version of the events that made me a pilgrim. Continue reading The context in which I walked this Camino

I quit my job to travel

I’ve been working in the same company ever since I graduated ten years ago. It’s a good job with nice colleagues and lot’s of benefits. It’s in the city where I’ve studied and now live for six years. Convenient in every possible way. And yet last week I handed in my three months notice. I quit. I also handed it the notice on my flat a month ago.

From September onwards, I won’t be found wandering familiar cobblestone streets. If all goes well, I’ll instead be on the road with nothing but a backpack and some hard earned savings to spend. Yes, it’s scary. I very well realise this decision has the potential to be either the best or worst choice I’ve ever made…

Things leading up to it include 12 years of dreaming about world travel, a recent burn-out and an unusual flare of bravery. I can write at length about my motivations and obstacles, but won’t in this post (surely there are more entries to come).

For now, this is all I’m willing to share.

I will soon finish the blog-series on my Camino2017 (which was halted last month, because I couldn’t tell that story without giving away my plans of resigning). After that, there is a new series on Scotland to come before I aim for broader horizons.

I’m uncertain yet exited. Scared yet confident. And I probably haven’t done anything this brave/stupid in my entire life.

Yet here I go.

Pasen

Als een bloem
Draai ik mijn hoofd naar de zon
Ogen nog gesloten
Met warmte overgoten

Langzaam maar vol plannen
Wordt de wereld rond me wakker
Eieren zoeken in de tuin
Snel nog langs de bakker

De vrede van het Paasfeest
Hangt in de ochtendlucht te zweven
Waardoor alles liefde lijkt
En je met nieuwe ogen kijkt

Al was het maar voor even