What a day. A temperature above 12 degrees. No rain. No clouds. It was the first good day of the season. Kicking off with a group of students from the Netherlands. Heated faces from a long walk to our site. Turns out their teachers didn’t feel like renting a bus or taking the tram. Delighted faces when they finally arrived. They all went off on their own, discovering the works of Patrick Scott and all the other artists. Even though modern art should be popular with  teachers nowadays, I heard some of them mention that modern art isn’t really art. Luckily one of the other visitors did appreciate our works, and told the students to get off.  However, after an hour I heard some different views: “this is actually kinda cool”. That sounds better. After a fruitful visit, the students continued their journey, walking in the wrong direction. I hope they got to the centre of Dublin after all.  

The rest of the day turned out to be like any other Saturday. Interesting visitors, smart questions and many happy faces. 

Remember, remember

During the Christmas holiday, my friends and I like to get together to talk about our a-ma-zing summer. Now I could talk about that summer for a few more hours, my friends can dream it, oh how much I’ve talked about it, however, I prefer to talk about how we always remember the smallest moments that made us smile so much. Those little times that you quickly forget, as they don’t have big consequences. Those moments: are the BEST.

When preparing this post, I thought about such a moment, however, I couldn’t directly come up with an occasion. Time for searching old photographs it was. Kicking off with visiting our friends in Groningen. Yes, I had forgotten about the ice-cream, eating lots of chips at six in the morning when we got back to the hostel, the cooking in the morning, and most of all: about the duckfaces. Thanks to this blog, I had a few marvellous minutes of reflection. I could complete this piece with photos of the event; however, I won’t do that for privacy reasons. Moreover, I won’t do that so to be sure that you guys will take me seriously in the future. 

Now, think about it yourself, everyone has those moments breaking the day, those moments which make the sun shine even if for just a moment. Everyone has experienced a small, sincere pleasure like this at least once in life. Twice. Thrice. And what a fortune it would be if that moment had been eternalized through a photo. 

Two little pleasures in one

You got up at 8:00 at o’clock in the morning, did the laundry, brushed your teeth and went off to work. Not just a boring job behind a desk, no, you are a waiter! A sportsman! Maybe a nightman! After hours of hard work, you got home, only to have found out you forgot to do the groceries. Off to the supermarket you went, only to find everything sold out. Therefore, you continued your journey to the cafeteria, where you ate some fries and then, you finally, finally went home. You took the warmest, longest shower ever and fell down on your freshly washed sheets. What a pleasure.

Now imagine: It’s the middle of the night and you are still so tired: you wake up, take a look at the alarm, and surprise: it’s 4:17. Which means (in most cases, damn you if this one does not go for you) there are like three hours of sleep left! Therefore, you turn around once more and wrap up beneath your sheets. Only to fall asleep oh so tightly once more. The next morning, the time does not matter; the fact that you’re still tired doesn’t matter: karma was your friend this night.