I’m a lover of Sundays. That smell of freshly brewed coffee, the softness of your blankets, that view out to the calm sea. I remember how my parents used to convince me to play outside when I was younger. I, however, couldn’t resist finishing that certain suspenseful book. What they didn’t realise: I have always loved being outside. I just didn’t like sharing it too much. I find so much peace in simply standing at the shore in front of my apartment and watching the waves flowing. Maybe that is one reason why I live on a tiny island right now. Now and then, however, Amsterdam’s mainland brings me out of my shell and I suppose it’s all about the isles you create every day yourself anyway.
On Sundays I tend to choose routine over variation and with pancakes, blackberries and coffee on my table that’s quite okay.
Sometimes the view from my apartment feels better than any hotel room I have ever had. Well, if it were some degrees warmer at least…
That sooting cup of coffee is probably one of the most important isles of my everyday life. Scandinavian Embassy provides quite a decent sense of well-being.
Strolls through idyllic Saphatipark and along the canals do one more thing to wind down on that perfectly calm Sunday.