The days of mushrooms, the lake and the hill
Which is fine, for we did our exercise for a day or two. Yesterday we, also with our best friend in Norway who is also staying two nights here (some hosts/people are just so heartwarming), we did a route that with it's length of 3.2 kilometers would seem short in the Netherlands. But do know we climbed about 200 meters up, over small rocks and massive ones. My daughter and I find it harder because we're not used to it yet and our breathing is clearly not up to it yet. But we made it!
The view was worthy of our effort and we treated ourselves a swim back at the small beach at the lake which was way more crowded this time then it was the first. I've said it before. I'm rather on a stage than in a bikini. I try to not think about it and focus on the freshness of the water and of course my daughter.
She is pure happiness in the water. Maybe she never made it to get her first swimming diploma, but she plays and dives with her diving goggles with such fun. It is a treat to watch her from a distance. People who think children shouldn't play alone, haven't used their eyes. Sometimes she plays so fun together at home with her friends. But it's always give and take. When alone she draws her own story.
Due to some things, I won't bother you with and not being fun to read about, I doubted if I should better go back home. For this host, this person I'm with, she's kind, welcoming, relaxing and caring at the same time. Knowing she welcomes me back is soothing. But the next place is a totally new person I met through Couchsurfing. I am just not in that place meeting new people. It does a lot on my brain. With everything that's still not mending (one can help but not force it to heal and I truly try, but guess being my own doctor, which worked before, isn't that much helping me now.) It's not that I can't be social.
The assistance women at the dentist (which was the best dentist I've ever had), the guy at the petrol station who helped me how it worked paying with cash (no people, totally different than I'm used to, with paying in front and a code), I easily have small fun conversations with. That's different. It's spontaneous and in the moment.
Though she and her boyfriend, the people I am going to, have many great references and seem kind, doesn't mean there is a click or I am capabel not showing what I feel, when it is so on the surface. It ruiend one stay one time. Because people can be truly annoyed if you are in pain. They feel: get over it. Because they think they have or can? Anyhow, I'll never be perfect. But in the past I could enjoy my imperfections more or just let it bother me, but still enjoying the rest.
The only thing I worry about most is not enjoying myself enough (though I'll let that be... am just honest now) and something happening with the car, so we get stuck.
But about the mushrooms . . . nature gives us chanterelles, and they give our tastebuds smiles.
When we are our normal selves:
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