Despite all the comfort our lovely accommodation in the countryside of Zeeland had to offer, the beautiful nature around and particularly the coast was tempting us to step a foot outside. The coastal line of Breskens and around is full of pavillons, maritime bistros serving breakfast, lunch, hot chocolate and – most importantly – poffertjes! Poffertjes are the Dutch mini version of pancakes I could bury myself into. The yummiest ones were served at cozy Loods Tien. Ever since I moved to Amsterdam at the beginning of this year I was longing for a place at the sea I would get away to on weekends. I used to have those spots back in Germany and was so happy to have stumbled upon Zeeland now in the Netherlands. Endless lines of dunes, the fresh salty sea air and extensive walks made this short getaway a very special one.
Autumn is gradually conquering Amsterdam. The springy buds make way for golden leaves and the city’s house facades merge in the grey setting. It’s my favourite time of year. An introvert soul, I enjoy these cosy days at home, reading books under the blanket, wearing knitted pullovers and socks, sipping on hot teas and strong coffees and turning on Netflix now and then. It’s all about those slow, quiet moments. And slow breakfasts. A Sunday starting with a stack of homemade buckwheat pancakes with late-summer blackberries next to a cup of Chemex coffee sounds like a pretty perfect Sunday to me. And because I’m very outgoing from time to time, I’m wandering the streets of Amsterdam these days indulging in the quietness and peaceful monotony it sheds at this time of year.
It’s beautiful to see what lies just in front of you: hectares of nature just ten minutes by subway from the town centre of Hamburg! Hundreds of trees, deers and such fresh air. Always an autumn child, I found myself back in childhood memories. I collected chestnuts, let my feet brush the golden leaves and felt – what was natural as a child but we now call – mindful. Towards nature and towards me. I took some deep breaths in times when I really need them. It’s so relieving to keep one’s smartphone mute in the backpack, to not have a plan and just wander. And something else so tempting about cold season: Having some soul food when getting back home. In my case that was buckwheat pancakes with roasted granola. Autumn, I’m so ready for you!
I’m all into those autumn days again … I hate that I love hiding so much. New opportunities come with new challenges. I used to be the one to welcome those challenges, to work hard, to enjoy growing with them. Lately I’ve come to prefer holing up in my bedsheets. My small little shelter from the world outside.
[…] Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben, wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben und wird in den Alleen hin und her unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben. (Rainer Maria Rilke – Herbsttag) Das Vorübergehen des Sommers fühlt sich für mich jedes Jahr aufs Neue an wie zu Hause ankommen. Man braucht keine Entschuldigung mehr, lieber in Cafés zu sitzen und durch Magazine zu streifen, als nachts um die Häuser zu ziehen, ein Wochenende auch mal zu Hause zu verbringen, statt am Besten gleich morgens das Haus zu verlassen. Gleichzeitig bleibt dieser süßliche Nachgeschmack vom Sommer. Von Abenden mit Eiscreme. Jeden Abend. Lauen Stunden im Park. Musik unter freiem Himmel. Auf einen wundervollen Spätsommer mit stundenlangem Betrachten der Polaroids vom Sommer, während mittlerweile schon die Regentropfen gegen die Fenster schlagen…