(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) Aan die einde van die teerpad lê Loeriesfontein. Daar waar die laaste stukkie teer net ‘n formaliteit is. Waar die wit bakkies stadiger ry, waar … (continue reading)
Thoughts
(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) I don’t often share people photos, but there are a few from our Northern Cape road trip that stand out. Can you hear the silence … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) Languages and cultures are always interesting. Mostly because of the differences. And it is easy to develop biases, that is just what we as humans … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) Sunset at Zillebeke vijver. Our first kampeerplaats in our campervan. The place where we had to figure out all the basics on our own. There … (continue reading)
Perhaps it’s just perception… see what you want to see… hear what you want to hear. … (continue reading)
Unforgettable. To stand on holy ground – De Oude Kwaremont – where – for a century – every year De Ronde van Vlaanderen epic cycling battle happens and signifies the … (continue reading)
Mag ek ook soms wens ek was ‘n visserman? Met breë bors vorentoe in die suidewind Terwyl ek regop in my skuitjie staan Mag ek ook soms droom van … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) One often hears about winter depression, tips to beat the dark cold winter blues. Why do you never get advice about the summer blues? I … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) What do I miss about Upington? The Upington I knew, the place that was my background, my reality, my personal and unique stage? I miss … (continue reading)
“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” Meeting an idol again after 40 years. A natural. A free spirit. #scienceteacher #idol #roadcyclist #guitarist #canoeist #matriek #velddrif #freespirit #natural #1983 … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) I came across this photo today while sorting through stuff. I see a contented cat - Fietetjat. I see a quilt made by my mom, … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) Weird how these moments happen. You stand at the stove, hear a sound, and glance over your shoulder. Like a thousand times before. But this … (continue reading)
Scatter some of my ashes here when I die.(My Flemish friends will find the spot) … (continue reading)