Just a few more hours. The house is rented, the suitcases are ready, family and friends have been hugged and I can't get a bite down my throat. Normally, I hop in and out of planes as if I'm getting in the car, but this time is different. We're going for two (!) months and everyone apparently secretly thinks we're staying there forever. Which is not the case, I promise. Last year, I was in Dalfsen on my birthday sticking my dreams in a scrapbook. The pages filled up with Greece, wanting to work there, with plenty of time for love and exactly ten months later we're doing it. I flipped through my book the other week and just had to smile. What can I say? Buy a scrapbook today and just start, it could turn out to be a dream come true. Wave if you're at Schiphol this afternoon too?