We at trainfood for the fist time. And it was quite oké.
Getting to the Paris trainstation at Garde du Nord with the Paris metro, it was packed and we made it without a second to spare.
So proud. My boys helped me a lot. Stayed close to me during the long walks trough busy stations carrying a heavy bag together. And having the peace of mind to sit and enjoy the long trip confined to a chair.
Strange to be back home in Amsterdam doing my everyday routine: riding my bike with my kids.
A thousand kilometers in just eight hours. Strange to be back home in Amsterdam doing my everyday routine: riding my bike with my kids.
At zeven we woke up in Lavalade (a very small village in the countryside) and now normal life continues at 10 at night. My brain can’t adapt that fast.
Sad that it ended so abruptly.
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