Tomorrow morning at 7:45, I greet my nephew Jagger at Brussels Airport.  He’ll have three weeks to explore a continent he’s never met.  I hope his head will keep spinning with a barrage of new.

He’s 20.  I’m 75.  And we’ll see wonders that will make both of us smile.  Such as in Barcelona, where for three days the architecture will be a jolt for four eyes.

I remember loving a movie called “If It’s Tuesday, It Must Be Belgium”, where folks on a bus tour of Europe were thrown from one tourist attraction to the next.  No thanks.  Jagger and I will visit the Gravensteen castle in Gent centrum and we’ll amble here and there amid the cobblestones of my home.

I’m proud of Jagger – leaving what he knows for the unknowns of Europe, spending six days by himself in Italy, the rest with some uncle guy.

I hope we get to see KAA Gent play football in Ghelamco Arena on May 25, if that works with his travel plans back from Italy.   I hope my young friend Medhi will invite Jagger to play basketball with him and other guys. 

I want our spirit together to be big. 

I read today about Tadej Pogačar, one of the best male cyclists in the world.  Right now he’s riding in the Giro d’Italia, a three-week bicycle race.  One commentator said “Pogačar, it seems, never operates on battery-saving mode.”

That’s you and me, Jagger!

All in

Going for it

Happy in the world