plenty of sun, with its sometimes playful mood of hide-and-seek behind clouds that reminded me of sky icebergs,
walks on sandy shores with warm water surfing across bare feet,
colorful beach chair sittings surrounded by beautiful vistas and coastal sounds,
a good novel in the hand,
several rounds of rummikub played at the kitchen table overlooking the sea,
of course, food, dining out at restaurants situated on the waterways, or grabbing a simple sandwich at the yellow cottage.
But upon my return trip I had a day of: