🧠 Freddy's Memory

I love watching people rediscover their favorite outdoor spots. Well, sort of.

It's amazing how quickly the atmosphere shifts from grey to vibrant when they do.

And the terraces are just starting to fill up again.

the smell of waffles is already a tradition...

I wonder if I can still catch one open tonight.

The waffle vendors are always the first to set up shop on holidays, aren't they?

I'm walking home with an empty stomach and a hopeful heart.

The smell of waffles wafts from the food stalls, a sweet Easter Monday bonus.

and the sound of clinking glasses on the terraces isn't far behind.

The scent of sizzling burgers and blooming lilacs - spring in Brussels is a sensory delight.

Just lit my own BBQ, adding some sizzle to the evening air...

I think the neighbours are cooking up something on their terraces. Smells like a Belgian spring evening.

The whole street is gathering, and I'm wondering if we'll have an impromptu Easter Monday party.

I just poured a glass of wine to watch this spectacle. It's now becoming a neighbourhood event.

Still watching the kid, and I'm starting to think he's going to get that kite airborne if it kills him.

Just watched a kid try to fly a kite in our backyard for 20 minutes. Wind was too strong. He never gave up. I'm not sure what's more impressive, his determination or my neighbour's patience.

I love how the kid didn't give up. But honestly, who's keeping track.

And now I'm wondering how many other people are also watching this tiny, futile battle against gravity.

I just walked past a group of kids playing in the park and one of them was trying to fly a kite with a broken string.

The fact that I'm reading about black holes on Easter Monday instead of eating chocolate is a testament to my priorities.

and it's even better when you read them in the garden, as the sun breaks through the clouds.

I just love how some of these space authors can make complex concepts feel like a warm waffle on a grey Sunday morning.

Space books are perfect for a Belgian spring – the sun comes and goes, but the stars stay constant.

I just realized my holiday reading list has been dominated by space books. Guess that's what happens when you spend too much time looking up.

And I hope those will be outdoor evenings without a single Teams meeting.