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Coffee and bread. A great way to start the morning today. Let me tell you something: it’s a beautiful weekend, It truly is.

I met my mum at 5 pm at the station yesterday. We hugged, we walked home and we talked for the next five hours. No stop.

It was like a weigh was lifted from my shoulders, I wanted to tell her everything and I wanted to hear everything.

This morning we met again. This time R. was with us. We had this nice breakfast while R. showed her how much Dutch he has learned during these two months. I was proud and happy. Then we walked around the market and every now and then we stopped at a shop.

This is why this weekend is beautiful.