Homesick?

Almost exactly a year ago I started my Erasmus life in Leeuwarden, The Netherlands. A small memoir with the help of Louis Armstrong:


Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring

The Mardi Grass the memories of Creole tunes that fill the air
I dream of oleanders in June that's when I'm wishing I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more
I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

(click here to listen the song...)

A new begin

As the nights get colder and Tv channels start their regular series again, we all come to the conclusion that summer draws to the end. Small, annoying problems seep back into our life as the holidays are over. From the dream- and cocktail-chilled beaches of imagination, we are returning to reality. But, as Dido says in her song "I still got sand in my shoes". I put away these small motes for those typical rainy November days to give back to you as many as I can.

For my few regular and some occasional readers I thank you a lot. You guys are supporting this blog.

Photo: Sand by little-pretty