Maybe it was all the driving,
Traffic jams to get OUT of Holland on their national holiday are just ironic enough to make them bearable
Maybe it was the fresh air.
The countryside smells of animal excrement, unlike Amsterdam which smells of human urine.
Maybe it was the secluded surroundings.
In other words, the nearest human was 15 miles away.
Maybe it was the fun company.
Irish, Welsh, American, English and Spanish, making it like some sort of AA rejects meets United Nations gathering.
Maybe it was my brain rejecting attempts at digging up the remains of my secondary level French to spit at the locals.
Saying it in Dutch, but with a French accent does NOT make it correct or help matters in any way.
Maybe it was the hideously inexpensive yet delicious and plentiful wine and champagne.
Christ my head hurts...
Probably it was the sunburn.
You can now add pinky-red & peeling skin to my long list of unfortunate physical traits along with short arsedness, uberchubbiness, and bebracefication.
Whatever it was, for the first time in a year I went significant periods of time, HOURS on end, without thinking about what we don't have.
It felt great, being young and carefree, hindered neither by responsibility nor weight of thought.
Now, back home, tired from another long drive, I'm sorting through photographs of our trip.
Lots of pictures of group toasts, laughter, and smiles.
8 pair of eyes sparkling as much as the glasses of champagne they are raising in toast in the evening sun.
Except, upon deeper examination, 2 pairs lack some of that sparkle.
Look even closer and you see 2 pairs of eyes that are never quite in the moment.
Two pairs of eyes that, no matter how much they think they fool the onlooker, they can't hide the fact that they can never really forget, not for one moment.
At least the break gave the chance to see a cock really doing it's job, right before my very eyes.