I think I’m a wanderer at heart, a gypsy-spirit … no, I know I am. Truly happiest with a knapsack on my back and a camera slung around my neck, I could travel forever. Here’s a confession: do you want to know the number one reason why I live and work in France? The seven (7) paid vacation weeks a year was and still is the deal-clincher. Seven weeks = five (mandatory) weeks plus public/statutory holidays plus RTT days (don’t ask what RTT days are, too long and complicated to explain.)
Strolling around the neighborhood near my hotel one sunny Sunday morning, I came across an inviting café-bookstore. Music-filled, lots of wood and divided into different sections, you could buy and read books, drink coffee and eat little cakes all day long. The place had such a pleasant laidback vibe, I returned every day for the rest of my stay in The Hague.
I sat in this cozy corner and read these two books (after purchasing them.) Cappuccino was brought to me on a little wooden platter.
What was funny was this name directly above my head (watching over me?)
Jongbloed in English is Youngblood. The name my father gave to his publishing company in Toronto. He would have been tickled pink to see this.