This spring Olivia was asked to name her “happy place,” a place she could go in her mind when she needed to invoke a sense of peace. She named Natuurcamping De Hoge Veluwe, the Dutch campground we stayed 7 years ago this week.
This happened to be exactly the same happy place that I’d chosen when led through a similar exercise.
I suppose this shouldn’t come as a surprise to either of us: 2014 was our last great summer with Catherine, and our time at De Hoge Veluwe fell in the heart of that. Combine that with a pastoral campsite, free bicycles, hot chocolate for breakfast and Van Gogh for lunch, and, yes, happy place.