It's not the entire walk, mind you, but an hour's worth that got the inspirational juices flowing on a gorgeous, sunny Sunday this past weekend. It's enough to get anyone outside and moving!
Because we can access the citadel path just a few steps from our senior-complex's back door,
we'd be stupid not to walk-the-walk as often as possible.
Our Nooit Volmaakt windmill is just a block away if you turn right on the path.
But we turned left.
It so happens that THAT's where Astrid filmed me climbing the steps,
at 6+ weeks post knee-replacement surgery.
It was a big deal for me. Ta-Dah!
The winding paths (upper and lower levels) thrill my soul.
The former war-bunker mounds give them life and form.
The greenish hue on the bark makes it look like spring has arrived.
I had never seen snowdrops till I moved to Europe.
of the citadel across the Korte Brug. Water surrouds the citadel, of course.
It's called the binnenstad = inner city, where we're lucky to live.
to and from Rotterdam, one of the main ports of Europe.
Closer in, the harbor is one of Gorinchem's two port entries.
Next walk, I'll try to go further, but that was enough for one day.
The fluid on the knee will build up for a year, they say, so I just pay attention.
Speaking of which, 2 days after my last post, when I couldn't yet cycle backwards, I could!
That means my new goal is to cycle forwards! Eline says "It'll come, Ginnie!"