We spent a couple of days in the East, visiting my mother and two younger brothers. It was a bit of a lastminute decision for us to drive to the Netherlands, and I’m happy we managed to get the family together.
It was a lot of fun seeing my two year-old and my brother’s three year-old son play together, as if they have never done anything else. They haven’t seen each other in a year, and even then, it was just for a couple of hours. They both suck at hide and seek, but it was a lot of fun pretending not to be able to find these two rascals. On days like this, I hate living on the other side of Germany. I can’t help but feel guilty for ‘taking’ the potential experiences from them. My mother’s excessive confirmation that we do indeed live much too far away, and that because of that she doesn’t know her grandchildren, doesn’t help much either. I guess I understand. I also guess she doesn’t. And that’s fine.
Tomorrow, next stop near Rotterdam, where I will pick up some fun stuff (potentially more on this later), and then visit an old friend I haven’t seen in almost two years, before we will park our van somewhere near the Biesbosch, which is usually quite a lovely location.