Of course, I would go and meet Linda at any place. Still, it is even better since she lives in a charming apartment in Zandvoort. Hosted like this, I consider it my duty to bring sun and fun whenever I go see her.

First place to go on Saturday is the beach, what else. As I started recently to improve my handstand-skills, I spend almost all of my energy with the hands on sandy ground, exercising hard until I fall over from laughter.

Linda, sun and a beach is one of those combinations that never fail. We have a good time and she tolerates all my jumping-up-and-down, my trial-and-error and my look-this-was-a-good-one.

The day passes by easily with sunny hours at the sea, cycling through the dunes and productive conversations about common holidays. The evening comes with nice dinner and a George Michael Tribute concert in a neat little town.

If only I remembered the name of the town…

The concert is much better than I expected, supported once more by our lust for dancing. Imagine hundreds of people, all sitting well-behaved in their seats. Then bring the focus to the side, where two grown-up girls use the wide stairs for barefoot dance-moves all over.

Sunday even outperforms Saturday. Strong wind makes us rent a pair of sun loungers + wind shield, half way between the beach bar and the rough sea. Not that I lay down for long – working on handstands and body tension is just too tempting when put in such a wide sandbox.

The evening perfectly suits our talents: A beach party offers fun and house music from the afternoon until late night. Relaxed atmosphere and people of all ages (except for twenty-something-youngsters) lead to a wonderful evening.

Not only that best company (Linda + dancing friends) welcomes me at the beach; out of the blue I spot folks that work on simple, yet nice-looking acrobatic partner moves. It is no surprise that within instances I join them, followed by Linda and her friend.

Once more: Playing the sandbox!

The rest of the day is dancing, laughing and dancing. During the evening, I stop for a moment and reflect the Then, the Now and the Upcoming: By then, just a week ago, I have been hiking in the Alps, with Hector and Jack, terrific skies full of stars and typical Bavarian rural scenes. Now I am here in the Netherlands for friends and barefoot dancing. Upcoming in another week will be the Oktoberfest with typical dresses, drinks and its own, special vibe. Having all this compressed into a mere 20 days is like stepping from one world into another supported by futuristic technology. I shake off the thoughts and continue dancing – here and now and (probably) forever.

Dance! they say

Before I fly back, we use the rainy Monday morning for a trip to Amsterdam’s Stedelijk Museum. It is only in front of the building that Linda recognizes what I have been aiming for – my Dutch pronunciation is that bad that she only understood “museum” while the name of it remained cryptic. Once there, we find beauty and pop art and contemporary art and message-art, all settled in the most charming building. If not for the people and the fun, the Netherlands would be worth a travel at least for arts and exhibitions.

Video Installation at Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam

We enjoy last hours together until it is time to wave goodbye. It will take half a year until our next trip: See you soon – another day, another beach.