a parade of a year.

It was the 5th of August 2011, when I first stepped foot on the magical plain of the Parade. Set in a park with huge, age-old trees scattered about, the balmy summer night was lit up with hundreds of twinkly lights and filled with music and laughter. This old fashioned carnival must have sprung straight from somebody’s dreams.

I found myself atop an old motorcycle eating poffertjes, tiny dutch pancakes, with lots of butter and  powdered sugar. Across from me sat this boy happily munching along, when I heard: „Can I ask you something? Do you want to be my girlfriend?“

It has been a year.

On to the next one, filled with love, laughter and high adventure.