"The ferry is out of service"

That was the sign on the jetty to the ferry. You would not guess, would you?

While S. and sennema were conquering the ice. J. and I were having a pleasant, though slippery, walk along the canals. The hot chocolate at the end is a pleasant midway break.

At these moments I suffer from a mild schizofrenia. Walking there, seeing everyone on skates, I would love to dissolve among them amidst the white fields, sniffing the fresh air. However, I also know that reality is far from that romantic image, and I really don't enjoy the actual skating, shaky ankles, stumbling, falling and swearing... Let's stick to the dream of being a world class ice skater.