Dag hagelslag

This is how my weekend starts. With sprinkles, our Dutch pride after Martin Garrix and the fenomenal dance guy that did a tour with Madonna.

I would have loved to tell that I ate this ‘boterham met hagelslag’ in a mindfulness way, slowly chewing on every individual sprinkle and comtemplating about my past and the future ahead of me. In real life I was reading Saturday’s newspaper magazine, scrolling my timeline at the same time, while S. and L. were playing Spiderman who eats a tiger.

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