This weekend I had a family reunion at my parent’s place in Limburg. A reunion on my mother’s side. Because of the hassle with the A73 (Dutch) I decided to go early. I took the exit just before the tunnel at a place called Swalmen. Driving onto a provincial road I got almost jumped at by a dragon.

An ugly one at best. Arriving at my parent’s house is always accompanied by a nostalgic sentiment; mostly triggered by smell. It’s always good to come home. With family members slowly dropping in I found out that the tunnel I avoided, because all signs said it was closed, was actually open. Hell and damnation, excuse my French. You have to drive down very busy village roads taking ages to arrive where you want to arrive.
Anyway, soon talk erupted and it was fun catching up with everybody. After a nice walk we sat down to eat. It is customary for everybody to create some of their favourite dishes and bring it along. Needless to say when you have a family who’s origins lie in Limburg, the food was good.