Sunday. Third one of June. It is Fathers Day. I got my dad the best gift ever: a shower curtain with the picture of a forest on it. When I was little, my dad often took me on his bike for a ride (My parents never owned a car. They did everything on their bicycles, like real Dutch hippies) and as much as he could, we would ride through nature. In the fall, we searched for nice pine cones, acorns and forest mushrooms.
As I don't own a car either, and my parents' house is 15 kilometers from where I live, I thought I would catch the train to visit them. No luck. There were no trains riding this weekend. But maybe much more luck after all. I took my bike and cycled. Much better, since the weather was very nice (warm temperature, hardly any wind, a lot of sun and nice clouds). First I stopped at my brother's house. There I decided to join him and his two boys (age 7 and 10) to go swimming at this little lake. Our parents would join us later for drinks.
After the 'swimming without swimming' as we called it (the boys took a little dip, but my brother and I thought the water to be way too cold, so we only lay at our towels, chatting and relaxing and drinking Corona) and drinks with our parents, we all went back to my brothers' house for dinner. We sat outside in his backyard, eating and chatting. My BF was not with us, and my brothers' girlfriend wasn't around either, so it was only our own family. I liked it much better than when we get together for Christmas, when everybody is much more tense somehow. But maybe that's just me.