Tattoo: The Pink Rose

So today I had my rose tattoo done. And yes, there is a story behind it. And I'll try to give you the full one, since my sister complained at me just giving a short version. God has on several occasions spoken to me about how people are like flowers. Some words have been very personal, some have affected my way of looking at people around me. That is what this rose represents. The rose stands for the inner beauty of people and is a reminder of this: that it's never too late for a person to bloom. For me this means a lot, because my heart is with some of the most broken people of this city. I look at them and it is so easy to think that for this person, hope is lost. Maybe if someone did something to help them earlier on, but the road seems to lead just one way. The thing is, for God, hope is never lost. He did miracles with a man so lost he was put to die one of the most horrific deaths,and still his moment to bloom came before he took his last breath.

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Stokes Croft Streetfest

Today is pure summer, with 26 degrees in the shadow, and melting hot in the sun. After being on a mission up Gloucester road I took my path down to the Bear Pit, where there were more action than on a normal Saturday. They had set up stalls and a stage and people were scattered all over the place. I found a nice green spot where I placed myself, enjoying the sun, chill music, a good book and people spotting. In an attempt to get my sisters here quicker I can say that I noticed several guys that would easily get their attention. I would sit and spot the kind of guys Rut would fall for and those who would attract Sara. After having more sun than my skin could stand I made my way up Stokes Croft and stopped as I heard the sound of drums. Walked up to another park where there was some drum&dance performance. Made me think of Adam, my brother, and his drum crew. I was fascinated. A man walked around handing out sunscreen and since he didn't stop by me I thought it couldn't look too bad. Anyway, I moved on to go home and make myself a fresh salad. Met the chef of Zazu's Kitchen on my way as he was trying to get as much tan as his break would allow.

Had my salad, time to head back out and enjoy the weather!

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Breakfast and Sunshine

When my parents were here we went out for breakfast at Zazu's Kitchen, and the homemade granola I wanted to order had just run out. Now, the English breakie was great, but I just couldn't get that granola out of my head. So today, my day off, I went there for a second try. When I stepped through the doors they remembered me from last time and gladly announced that the granola was there, before I had said a word. Good job!

I had a delicious breakfast, wrote a letter, then went down to the city centre for some toilet paper shopping. The sun was unmercifully shining over me, and I decided to abandon the city quite soon. On my way back I made two new friends at the bearpit, had a good chat with superman James who hands out food to the homeless and me, and slowly made my way back to the flat. I changed outfit to shorts and sleeveless, got my camera ready and my bicycle out and headed for Leigh Woods. Climbed a tree and enjoyed life, enjoyed CS Lewis and some salty liquerice, then rolled back home. I love Bristol!

From when my parents were here:

• 8 hour walking tour through Bristol, showing my favourite spots
• English pie, beer and cider aboard The Beer factory
• Building IKEA furniture
• English breakfast without granola
• Cardiff by car, too tired and mean to do sight seeing
• The Hatchet for a pint and people watching
• Ma's interesting incident at Hatchet's toilet
• Cornwall by car, me and ma asleep
• St Ives, walking by the stranded boats
• Land's end and the hunt for cream tea
• Me driving left side and almost giving parents heart attac
• Me hugging ma & pa goodbye, leaving them to snooze in my duck down duvet while I cycle to work at 6 am

You're all welcome to visit England's best city!

Ma & Pa at Land's End

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