Maastricht opened its arms and I dove in headfirst to one of the most lovely places I’ve ever been to.
My journey began at the train station where I tried (and failed a few times) to find where exactly i was supposed to be heading. Once I found my way, I was wandering in old Holland with cobblestones with nothing more than my (quite heavy) backpack, taking in views and canals and bodies of water. I was staying with my best friend, Heather – it’s our ten years of friendship as of this september – and we took off and found a nice green spot by the water for beers and a smoke. Heather is one of the most wonderful, beautiful and magical people I’ve ever met (also a ridiculously talented photographer and writer), and even when we got sprayed by the rain we laughed and found the nicest little spot under a bridge to wait it out.
Dinner time came fast, we wandered farther down the river with some friends and got introduced to a magical place called Food Bank. It’s a massive warehouse that’s become a squat spot for many people, and every friday they host a massive vegan meal with all produce that’s been saved from heading to the dumpster. There was also live music, people from all around the world and the entire event was on a pay what you can/wash your own dishes/help out if you can’t afford it basis. Seeing such a beautiful community come together in such an incredible space was a wonderful treat and I’m very, very glad and grateful we went.
After a few beers and some delicious soup, H and I decided to catch a ride on the back of two Australian boys’ bikes and head to the fair – it was massive, in the main square with too many lights and sounds but such a spectacular time – and went on a roller coaster and ate candy waffles. The boys left after a while and we wandered for a little, eventually sleeping soundly for the night.
The next morning was full of climbing and exploring and beautiful talks with H. We climbed on top of an old abandoned warehouse and took in the view with a cigarette and hyper mineralized water and happy hearts, and then headed to a park to take a great little cat nap. Our day was beautiful and relaxed – topped with a few pints and bitterballs at a pub (the bartender was adorable and had the sweetest dimples). We continued to wander home arm in arm, talking about he today’s and tomorrow’s and yesterday’s that have been and might again, all the things you need to when you’re catching up and dreaming up the next reconnect.
This morning, I made the trek back to the train station and now, I sit on a bus heading to rural Germany to then eventually (tomorrow) get to Italy. Life is exciting and travelling alone is wonderful. I’m feeling very grateful on this Sunday morning.