9 intense days behind my back. one beloved friend who left, and a great bunch which are thankfully still alive. many late nights. flowers. biking. salty tears. hugs. whiskey. bowling. adventures.
we baked about 200 zucchini pancakes for the funeral. it was our own ‘flapjes fabriek’. i had a very hard time leaving and my bag got stuck in rome on the way back. so here i am, in another reality with no clean clothes but who cares.