Thursday, June 22, 2017

reuniting with my studio friends

Yesterday I made the tentavite steps back into my studio, to re- acquaint with the two little figures who are eager to make it out into the world.

These two are to feature in a Very Short animated video... whenever I get them finished, and filmed, and figure out How to actually make the video.

A project one year in the making already, and at this rate, might take another year.

All in it's own good time.

For now I am glad I made it back to my wonderful little cave, even for a few minutes.
I put some hair on the one with the hat, and added sleeves under her sweater.

Unfortuantelly, I am having some problems with her hands, so have to remake them again. (fourth time?) Eyes to be painted next, on a day when my hands are good and steady!

The sweater and hat were made by my granny for my Sindy doll, when I was about 10 years old. So, 45 years ago.
Dance of Life project
Dance of Life project
Dance of Life project
Dance of Life project
Dance of Life project

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The power of Meditation music

I start and finish each day
with listening to Meditation music



Free download from Sounds True

In the morning

I listen to Meditation Music from Sounds True during meditation,
during writing,
or if I wake up too early and still need some time to relax.

The music is FREE to download if you sign up to Sounds True, which has a store of other free downloads and an amazing array of books and CD's etc for healing, and learning.

It sets me up for the day.

Available from Sounds True

At night

When getting ready for bed, I listen to Self healing with Sound and Music; Revitalize Your Body & Mind with Proven Sound-Healing Tools by Andrew WeilKimba Arem


There are two CD's: in Session One, Dr. Weil discusses the latest in medical research that demonstrates how music heals the body and mind, while Kimba Arem teaches breathing and vocalization techniques for harnessing this potential. Session Two gives listeners just the music: a complete sound journey into expanded states of consciousness optimized for healing.


Some free videos on Youtube , and the CD, or download is available here.

I first found it in my local library years ago,and have listened to it almost daily. I have it downloaded onto an old iPod which is permanently in my bedroom.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Walking sticks or rolator

Yesterday I had a follow up meeting with the Community Physiotherapist after the hospital stay a month or so ago.
I was greeted with utmost respect and understanding. The assessment was detailed and lasted for over an hour. She gave me much credit for knowing my body well, and for being aware of the value of pacing etc. It really warms the heart to be listened to, and to have someone work with, to see if there is anyway I can improve my mobility and ability to some degree.

As we conducted the first part of a balance test, I kind of joked how I used to be a gymnast in my day. A reasonably good one. I even did some teaching for a few years. Good memories. Very good memories.
The physiotherapist said that the experience of being a gymnast probably helps me now with how to evaluate the workings (or non-workings) of my physical body. I know how to adjust my posture, although this does not come natural anymore.

Another discussion, after spotting a rolator in the gym, was about the use of mobility aids.
I have a parking lot full ...
From walking sticks, to a rolator, manual wheelchair and two mobility scooters (a small portable one, and a big sturdy one).
Corina Duyn standing on the beach with her walking sticks beside her brother and her wheelchair
After my steps into the sea in Texel,
with my brother Kees
As I want to build up my walking outside the house again, which I had resumed last autumn but collapsed back in February  I was wondering should I use the rolator in stead of my two sticks?

During a test, it proved that I walk with the same """speed""' (ha ha) with both, but that maybe the rolator, which has a little seat on it, will ease the stress of walking outside the door.
I can walk the same distance, but can sit down and enjoy the view, without the worry that I need to get home quick before my legs give up.

I like that.
It makes sense.

The reason I suppose I am more likely to use sticks v. rolator is a mental one.
With sticks I feel less disabled than using a rolator.
The same counts for a manual wheelchair verses a powered one.
My 'pimped' wheelchair versus a boring black one.
I feel less disabled ON my scooter, than IN my wheelchair.
Or being in wheelchair accessible taxi (seated in my wheelchair) than in the a transit with the HUGE letters Irish Wheelchair Association on it.

It is all just a tricks of the mind.


page from Into the Light by Corina Duyn with image and quote  IN a wheelchair, or ON a scooter
page from Into the Light. 
IN a wheelchair, or ON a scooter
pimped manual wheelchair with striped fabric and painted sides
my pimped wheelchair

Monday, June 19, 2017

Snail's pace

Nature is so incredibly beautiful


I spotted this snail in the raised bird bath
while dealing with the little bird 
 a few days ago.

It takes my breath away.

garden snail climbing out of a blue bird bath
Snail in the bird bath

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Back Garden Bliss

In yesterday's post I wrote about the clearing of my garden, with the help of Anne.
Here a few pictures of the lovely cleared, and again tranquil garden.
My deepest gratitude for this amazing kindness of time and friendship.

Anne who so kindly helped me to clear my back garden of weeds.
I can now See the garden again,
and have clear paths.

Foxglove standing proud

The wonders called Poppies.
Never tired of looking at them.
Free path to my studio
... and free path to my herb garden
my beloved greenhouse
and Tranquil setting of Buddha, Maple and water feature
side of studio, with Hypericum shrub,
which will, after flowering be transplanted to Anne's Garden
Jasmin, just outside my studio door

Sally overseeing the cleared garden
on the steps of my studio
view from the studio


  • Another follow up from Yesterday's post consists of two podcasts about dealing with M.E. and ongoing research. See HERE

Two M.E. research podcasts

In light of yesterday's post.

I watched/listened to this interview yesterday:  Dr. Myhill: Why Mitochondria are the Real Cause of Fatigue. 

Very interesting, although I could not follow all of it. It has a huge amount of medical information, but also suggestions on nutritional and mineral supplements, diet and good quality sleep. Probably need to listen a few times, or buy the book: It’s Mitochondria, Not Hypochondria.

She finished with the thought that, yes, it is important to put the 'right fuel' in your body, but if you constantly overdo it, there is little hope of recovery. 

We ALL have to pace our activities (ill or not), but particular important for people living with M.E.
You are never going to get well if you keep overdoing it...

Ah, I am sure we all know...

Links:

That will keep you busy for the Sunday, or for the week.

Be well.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Is routine the key to living well with illness?

Lots of thoughts this morning. About meditation, medication, routine, pacing, finding my way again.

Meditation

The power of meditation to feel how my body truly feels. And not to mask pain totally with pain medication.
A fine line, I think.

Medication

Yes, I do take pain medication. I am very glad to have them.
After many trails over the years of strong pain relief, I now mainly use very basic medication. The more drastic ones all had me end up living like a zombie, or had too many side effects, which made life more intolerable in different ways. (Note: This is my experience. I am sure that we all have different views on this.)

There are days that I find it important to really see/feel how my body is functioning.
By taking too much pain medication, there is the change that I continually overdo it, because I don't feel the pain which activities are causing. The danger arises that I end up in a vicious circle.
... if that makes sense...?

Preventative pain relief

I do take pain medication in advance of an activity, when I know I simply don't have a choice not to overdo it. Like for travel, or extended outings.
Sometimes I take pain medication when I am in the middle of an activity where there is no choice but to keep going. I can hardly lie down in a shop, or on the street when I can no longer function due to pain or fatigue. The basic Paracetamol seems to work for this to some degree.
In the hospital I was advised to take paracetamol on a routine basis. I followed this advise for the Holland adventures, but am now trying to take less again.

... and dealing with pain after doing too much

Other times I have already grossly overstayed my own welcome in being kind and considerate to my body...
Like yesterday.
Where I had a friend help me in the garden to do some weeding. She did not mind at all, at all, if I did nothing but observe. But I LOVE being involved in my garden so I did my bit of weeding. Sitting down. But I did too much. I felt ill. In so much pain. I spend the rest of the afternoon on the bench in the garden and on the couch. So, yes. I did dowse myself with pain relief. And yes I did feel a bit better after a few hours. But is that really the answer?

I don't think it is.
Sculpture by Corina Duyn, showing a head and outstreched arm with a bird in the hand. view of sea and cliffs.
'Wisdom' sculpture by Corina Duyn 2015, background view is in Dzogchen Beara

So, back to meditation

Hence I started my day with meditation, to really explore where I am at. How to proceed. How to get back to being well again. Well within illness. Well without putting too many chemicals into my body. Well by listening to my body.

I would like to get back to my routine. To stay within my levels of ability. Which due to the surgery and the 'hospital-Holland-marathon' has taken a good few steps backwards.

I know that for me routine is the key to living well with illness. 

I need to get back to:

  • To eat well. To not put the 'wrong fuel in my body'.
  • To just be. Be with whatever is happening.
That is my plan.

What is your plan?

Friday, June 16, 2017

For the Love of Birds

Is is remotely possible that my little Sally Cat actually rescued a fledgelings Sparrow?


two fledgelings sparrows in my garden
Sally came in my bedroom this morning with a tiny bird, which was slightly frothing at the mouth.
Sally had the same 'talk' as she does when she brings me her Teddy.
Unlike any other cat I know when it has a prey, she did not held onto it but 'gave' it to me in a way. Talking to me, and purring.

I picked up the little bird, brought it to the kitchen and put its bill in a small bowl of water. It immediately revived ...And flew off the kitchen counter and under the couch...

Today's exercise taken care of for me so!  I had to crouch on the floor, stretching my arms to reach the little bird, before trying to get up again, bird in hand to walk outside...
I put it in the grasses, in the hope it was ok.
But as Sally still had an interest in it, I thought I should make a 'safe-house' for the bird. Just in case.

Walked into my studio, found a large tub. Filled it with compost, twigs, shelter, moss, water, food... only to not being able to find the little bird again.
Neither did Sally, who watched with interest, and purred all the time...
I hope to goodness that it was able to fly away.

I went back to bed to recover from these early morning exercises. My legs are sore, my arms are hanging like useless objects along my body.

All for the Love of Birds.
fledgelings sparrow few days ago
sparrow
fledgling Great tit

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Thank you for your kindness


We may decide that a puma is worth more to us than a caterpillar, 
but surely we can agree that the habitat is all the better for being able to sustain each.
Stephen Fry - The Fry Chronicles



A big thank you to my readers far and wide who responded with such kindness towards yesterday's post, about making sense of living life with illness.
You responded with sharing your own stories and experiences, which I know will be of support to many others.

"... Since I came to accept my condition (accepting doesn't mean I'm happy with it!), kinda made 'friends' with it, seeing it as a part of me (not 'me'), I feel much more content and can actually enjoy life within all my limitations..."

So many of you responded on my Facebook page, via personal messages and emails.

Thank you all, for keeping me and others who live with their own challenges, in your hearts and minds.

Also thank you for helping me to see again that perhaps my life is not as 'bizarre' as I thought it was/is. My life is just different.

"You are a true artist, and in remaining true to yourself and your art and what you create from your own intimate self you are then whole as a person as a spiritual and human being..."


There is little point in comparing my life with those living in a different world. I just got a little confused for the past while.

I leave you with some words I wrote in my Into the Light book, which also has the above quote by Stephen Fry in it.
We are all different, thank goodness for that...

Be well my friends, and thank you again for your company and opening your hearts.



my words on the page from Into the Light read:

Bodies come in all shapes colours and sizes
White bodies and black Tall bodies and little ones Female, and male Healthy ones and ill ones
The right body and the other

Throughout the history of western civilization emphasis has been placed on achieving the perfect body 
Great value is put on physical ability

We are all different thank goodness
What a boring world we would have if we were all perfect Whatever that might be 

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Making sense of life with illness


... just to be able to stop and, instead of catastrophizing what might happen, to say,

 "I'm just so grateful, because to feel this vulnerable means I'm alive." 



I thought I felt challenged these past few days because of the reality of pain and pretty extreme fatigue as aftermath from my marathon weeks of hospital and travel. But there is something else at play. 

I read this question on facebook yesterday from another person living with M.E.: [abstract] ... I am thinking a lot about purpose and meaning at the moment, especially because I am feeling unmotivated, depressed and *useless*.
While writing a response, I realised why I feel vulnerable at the moment: I am out of my comfort zone and realised how bizarre my life really is, in terms of the "norm".

feet and walking stick in fine beach sand
stepping into the real world
Having had my 'toe in the real world' during the Holland adventures, seemed to have unsettled me. A world in which I am surrounded by people who live normal lives. Who have jobs, family, kids, and go about their activities at will. (most likely a generalization, and not always true, but that is what is looks and feels like from my point of view.)

Maybe, I find it easier to stay in my own created world. 
A world that I understand and can function in. If that makes sense. 
No, it is not what I have hoped for in my life, but within my life with illness I have created a good life. I do truly believe that. 

These views are just a little askew at the moment. 
I have to find ways to find my own life again. To reconnect with my creativity, my garden, and my writing. To start doing things a few minutes at the time again, to reestablish a routine.

But also to give myself the time to feel what is really feels like to live with a body which does not conform. A body which is painful, and has many demands. To look at how I have a tendency to look at the good things, and to laugh away something that in all honesty is not funny at all. 

My dear friend Chris, whom I had the pleasure of spending a few days with in Holland, mentioned this too, during our last night's dinner. I asked her at the time 'not to go there, as I would start to cry.'
cocoon made by Artist Corina Duyn, covered in wasp nest paper, standing among plants in a garden
My animation project cocoon.
Nothing is a coincidence

So it really is important to now, in the comfort of my own home, in my own cocoon, to truly look at this. And to look at what the family reunion, and the making of Snapshots, means for me. 
Nothing is a coincidence...

Life. Creativity. Writing. Meeting people. 
Nothing is a coincidence...

Be well my dear friends, and I gladly hear or read your own thoughts on vulnerability, and how you finds ways to make sense of it all.



Tuesday, June 13, 2017

When Sally met Teddy

The care from a cat


Sally's Teddy
A few months ago I found two cushions in my study in various location on the floor. I suspected Sally Cat to be responsible for this... (other option were aliens...).
My assumptions were right. I saw Sally fight with one of the cushions one day. The cushion being at least three times the size of my little cat, I decided to buy her a Teddy.

Love at first sight.

Sally walks around with Teddy in her mouth and 'talks' in a different way.
I have not yet decided if she thinks it is a kitten, or a 'prize-catch'.

What I DO know is that she wants me to acknowledge her Teddy.
At ANY time of the day.
Also at 3 am.
She 'talks-her-talk' until I turn on the light and tell her how good a girl she is.

She now offers me her Teddy.
At 3 am...
And drops it on my bed, beside my head.

The sweetheart.



Monday, June 12, 2017

Fragile

Today I aspire to be like the fragile, and yet strong poppy flower
photograph of an orange poppy flower with green background. Fragile
poppy flower

While I try to hang on to those amazing moments of my trip to my country of birth, there are so many thoughts swirling through my painful and tired body. Too many to relate in the one post. 

While I re-arrange them into order in my head, and make sense of them all, the one overriding word for today is: 


FRAGILE: 

(of a person) not strong or sturdy; delicate and vulnerable.


Synonyms: weak, delicate, frail, debilitated, shaky, ill, unwell, ailing, poorly, infirm, feeble...



Origin: late 15th century (in the sense ‘morally weak’): from Latin fragilis, from frangere ‘to break’. The sense ‘liable to break’ dates from the mid 16th century. (and an interesting graft of the use of the word Fragile over time - became popular since the 60's)

Friday, June 9, 2017

Imploding, exploding

 
Home!
While my body seems to have "Imploded"

implode
ɪmˈpləʊd/
verb
past tense: imploded; past participle: imploded

  1. collapse or cause to collapse violently inwards.


My Garden seems to have  "Exploded" 
into a vast array of colours and massive growth.

explode
ɪkˈspləʊd,ɛkˈspləʊd/
verb
burst or shatter violently and noisily as a result of rapid combustion,
excessive internal pressure, or other process.
 


Good to be home.

I will 'process' all that happened 
during the past three weeks
all in its own good time.

Always lovely to have your company.
Be well.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Homeward bounds


Today I am on my homeward journey.
I am looking forward to being home, but I am not looking forward to traveling...

My body has decided that the downward spiral should start while I observe the Grote Kerk (big church) from my hotel bed. A view which is hard to beat, if I may so so. I am in pain. Serious pain. It woke me up in the very early hours of this morning. It was hard to mentally cope with that reality. Knowing that I am having a very long day ahead of me. 
Medication and Meditation. My two reliable sources. My body felt as it is was 'twisted'. There was not one 'straight line' to be detected when I 'scanned' my body during meditation. A peculiar, and rather uncomfortable feeling.
And yes, I was upset. It will cost me a great deal of mental persuasion today,  to not think too far ahead. Today is one of those days that one minute, one breath at the time is the only way I can reach my own bed tonight with my mind and body in tact.

Two days ago I spent time with friend Marga, and visited the grave of my friend Gert who passed away two months ago. It was an emotional, and yet peaceful day. We also had plenty of laughs. I met their children, partner of one, and a new addition to the family, a two week old baby boy. 

Yesterday I mainly watched the world from my bed. Although we (Christine and I) also visited some shops, before some more 'world-passing-by-time' before a lovey dinner out. 

Visits, shopping, dinner. 
All so normal. 
And yet it is not.

I am still glad I came and of proud of my carefully constructed plan to make this trip remotely possible.
Home tonight.
Own bed!


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

The reunion weekend is over, but the memories remain

 


Our family reunion is over again.
Years of thoughts.
Months of planning the 'Bigger picture'.
Weeks of organising the finer details.
Days of chats 
Hours of fun
Minutes filled with memories 
Moments to never be forgotten.

Thank you all.


I am glad I did travel. True, I was very worried about the practicalities and realities of travel. Of being with so many people in one location. Of how my health would hold up. Accessibility. Noise. Etc, etc.
But I managed. With pacing, when it was remotely possible. With taking the maximum pain relief. With meditating. With retreating into my 'cave'. Thanks to brother Hans for finding a group accommodation with an accessible room, which I could have all on my own. And knowing I will be home, in my own surroundings in a few days.
Right now I am in Haarlem catching up on rest, and with friends.

It was very special to be with my family. Unique. And yet so 'normal' in a way.
It was beautiful to see how we share same ideas and thoughts, and habits, although our lives are lived so differently. Lives in Canada, Chile, London, Netherlands, Ireland. In cities, and in the middle of the country, in complete solitude.
The Duyn-humour was evident in every generation. Ages were from my 2year old grand niece, to my eldest sister of 70. And even to our aunt Corry who traveled from Canada too, aged 88. She is the younger sister of my mother. My dad's youngest brother Theo, also aged 88 visited on Sunday, with two daughters. 

The magnitude of this event will take some time to sink in.

For now I have memories, and more contacts with my family via social media. I have photos.
I realised that photos are important to me. I was not able to fully partake in all the activities, but have have documented those special moments. I looked at them in bed, when aware of the family fun outside my 'cave'. Memories of people, and of course the walk on the beach and bike ride.

All good!
X




Sunday, June 4, 2017

On the bike!

My biggest wish, dream, desire, or goal throughout the 18 years of illnes has been to get back on a bicycle.
Well. I did!

Ok, it is a tricycle.
I was a passenger, and did not have to peddle.
I did not have to do any steering.
But...
I did feel the wind in my face. The kind of experience which can not be replicated on a mobility scooter.

It was sooooo much fun, to go out with my brother Kees, and later with niece Linda (top speed 26km-assisted by power battery), to have nephew Marco jump on the back and come along for the ride.


Thank you Marco for hiring the duo-bike. 
Everyone! had a blast with it. Kids, adults, and grannies alike.
 
   

Photos


Some of the photos that somehow disappeared from the previous post.

Writing my blog, and adding images via iPad is not so straightforward as writing on my computer   

 
 

Saturday, June 3, 2017

The (Beach) Bucket List

My biggest personal wish for the stay in Texel was to walk on the beach and in the North Sea.
If you can count a few steps as a walk, then I can certainly tick that wish of my (beach) bucket list.


  
Walking in the water, my sticks kept sinking into the sand.
But I am proud.
Proud to have wet sand between my toes!

Brother Kees was with me all the way.

(Edit: Having trouble with adding images, and some disappeared during the edit, and I can't add them... some funny ones, will try again later...)
 
I love the lines the 'wheelchair-pulled-backwards' created in the wet sand.


The following day more if my family arrived
Brother Peter and his Chilean wife Cecilia. 
And my Aunt Corry from Canada, whom I has not seen since 1987. I am now (or maybe always) taller than her. And that is no mean feast, at my 158cm!
This is my mother's younger sister. It is my mother's birthday today. Born 96 years ago, but passed away in 2007.
Brother Hans and his wife Loes. The main organisers of the reunion. 

We arrived at our reunion accommodation later in the afternoon. Othe family members arrived. Some are still to come today.
It is lovely. It is busy. I am exhausted and in pain. But I can see the uniqueness of this event, and trying to hold my  own within it all.


Thursday, June 1, 2017

Arrived

48 Hours after leaving home I finally made it to my destination. Texel. The biggest island of the Dutch north coast. You'd swear I was traveling to New Zealand, it all took so long.

It was a very eventful, challenging, frustrating, worrying, and upsetting journey. But with some beautiful moment of kindness, love and compassion. However,  I still rather had been on that scheduled flight...

The first few hours after the cancellation of the Aer Lingus flight, on which I and many others had already checked in for (see last post), was spend trying to figure out how the next step of my journey was going to happen. 

The Cork Airport Hotel staff were just absolutely amazing. They allowed me to stay in the room till 2 o'clock so at least I could have a sleep and rest before the next flight was due at 5:20pm.
The Receptionist even tried to contact Aer Lingus as she could see that the disruption of my plans were really are the air line's  problems. She felt that they should help me figure out where to stay next. And assure me I would bit end up having to pay the newly incurred costs.
You see I would not arrive in Amsterdam airport in time to be collected by my brother and brought to the island where I was staying. We would not have been in time for the ferry. And my brother was unable to pick me up that night anyway. 
So that meant that they might have to stay in a hotel at the airport in Amsterdam. That would've been a very costly stay, financially. It also brought me to tears thinking how I was going to manage with severely depleted energy, a wheelchair, and a suitcase full of books. I found it difficult to oversee all these challenges while so exhausted. The Kind receptionist even rang to find me a accessible room nearly Schiphol airport. She was so kind. (And so we're here colleagues.) We agreed that some breakfast might make me feel better and a good rest.

When I returned to the desk, she was trying to get a hold of Aer Lingus again but was unsuccessful. Around that same time I received a message from my friend Marga who offered to pick me up and I could stay with her for the night. The receptionist suggested that maybe it would be good idea to be with a friendly face, a friendly person that night to ease the stress. That was a good point. I took Marga up on her offer and she kindly collect me from the airport later that night. If I was not in a wheelchair, I would have kissed the Dutch ground...

It was so good to see her, also as it was the first time I saw her after the passing of her husband, my dear friend Gert, two months earlier. It was beautiful to be in her company to share memories. To be in the house and feel his presence. The house felt peaceful but it obviously felt strange. Gert was not there.

I am glad though that I had the opportunity to see Marga and at the same time being supported in my personal challenge.

The following morning my brother Hans  picked me up and we drove to the ferry at Den Helder and made it onto the island of Texel. We stopped briefly to look at the location of the family reunion accommodation, before driving to my hotel.
A day late.

   
Arrived in Texel!

Brothers Hans and Kees Duyn

My Brother Kees, who lives in Canada, was going to spend the few nights with me in the hotel I had booked in Texel. I figured a few days of rest before the busy weekend would make sense. And I was glad my brother Akers agreed to join me.
A few days to catch up on our lives, just the two of us before the remainder of the family arrives for the reunion. Kees arrived in Holland a week ago and had been cycling to various friends. He had arrived the day before on his bicycle in Texel. 
It was lovely to have lunch with two brothers, before finally taking ownership of my hotel-bed-and home for the next few days.

After a rest Kees brought me through the small town centre, which is full of tourists shops. We didn't get into any of them, other than a bookshop and the supermarket...
We both prefer nature. And not so many people.

It is lovely to realise how much we have in common, how we both view of the world and experience our lives.
It is very rare occasion that I can spend a few days with Kees, just the two of us. I am so enjoying this. I treasure it.

Lying on the bed, I spotted a big bird on the roof across the road. I thought it was a large crow type bird with a twig in its feet. It actually turned out to be a bird of prey. I wanted to photograph it but I did not have my camera with the telephoto lens... I saw that the birds, there were two, and their minders were walking towards the little square in front of our hotel. I asked Kees if you could please bring me outside in the wheelchair. We did and I got extremely close to this South American Falcon. I was just beautiful. And the Falconer asked if Kees wanted to have the bird land on his arm. 

South American Falcon on table in Texel 

 

Probably my photo of the day. The accidental one. The Falcon walking away from me, me cuddling with my iPhone to get the position right...
shadow of falcon on bricks 

So. 
I have arrived.
I am exhausted.
I am happy.
I have rested for most of my time.  And had some lovely chats, and shared comfortable silences.
My brother is out on the bike again, and later on we will take the bus to a nearby smaller village. Where I  see and smell the SEA! Maybe even get my toes into the Dutch waters.