Here I am on the black couch.  A few minutes ago, I wondered what I would write about today.  And then …

A group of school kids walked by, wearing their light green vests.  “I’ll write about them!”  Write about what – I don’t know.

Another thought:  “I want a tour group to come by in the next half hour so I can take their picture and wonder aloud about them too.”

“And if the tour doesn’t show up, I’ll say something silly about that.”

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I grew up in Toronto, and I remember the magic of some school trips, such as the two-hour bus we took to Stratford to watch a Shakespearean play.  I had little clue what Bill Shakespeare was meaning with his words, but that was okay … I was somewhere new with my friends!

I was accepted.  I was “part of”.   May it be the same for each kid who just tripped by the Izy Coffee windows.  No one left out.  Everyone talked to.  And talking.

I also have memories of being a teacher on these trips.  Counting heads on and off the bus.  Being vigilant about cars.  Looking for any child who seemed “out of it” and saying something (anything) to them … with a smile.  From my mind to theirs: I see you.

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And now for the adult tour group.  Have you seen them walk by?  I sure haven’t.  Perhaps I should scour the streets of Gent in search.  And if I find them, I can say “Please walk over three streets and pass by the windows of Izy so I can take your picture and reflect on what your lives may be like.”

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Still no one.  Oh well.

I love guessing what country the group is from.  Sometimes the leader holds up an umbrella with a flag attached as she or he walks along.  Then I don’t have to guess.

Whether I know the country or not, I’m curious.  “Do you have the same joys and sorrows as me?  What can I learn from you?  What can you learn from me?”

“Is it warm where you live?  Do people sit outside on terraces?  Is there a sweet energy in your town?”

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Should I end this post now or continue to wait, showing infinite patience, my finger itching for a photo op?  Decisions, decisions …

I know.  I’ll set a time limit.  It’s 10:32.  If the tourists don’t make a magical appearance by 10:45 I’ll shut things down.

(Staring out the window)

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10:45

Niet

Bye