As soon as the first warm rays of sunshine peek through the clouds and the buds dare to bloom, I too emerge, like some sleepy bear stepping out of hibernation. I always say it, loud and clear: I do not like winter. Full stop. But spring? Spring gives me wings. Literally. Like in that famous energy drink ad, but prettier and more poetic.

The sun lures me outside like a mischievous child waving a secret, and I can’t resist. I toss a book into the basket of my bike and start pedaling. I cross the Merwede by ferry, that charming little detour, and lose myself among the narrow streets of Dordrecht, a town that’s been around since 1220 and proudly holds the title of the oldest city in South Holland.
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