maastricht has a matchless essence. every corner has something new to offer. the more we ease our way into the roots of the city, the more i fall in love with it.
pentecost sunday was spent at st. servaasbasiliek. a church near the square that we wandered in to, after giving up on finding the one we originally set out for. i do not know what was being said, or what even took place exactly. but it was incredible to witness. i hope i never forget that moment.
the afternoon made more of an impression on me than anything. i roamed the countryside by bike on a perfectly cloudless day. silently riding alongside albert canal was brilliant. all you could hear was the ricketing of bike pedals and small ripples in the water crashing against the pavement. as we rode down hills and circled through tree-lined paths, and the wind forced itself against my face, all i could think of was a chapter from one of my favorite books.
"and in that moment, i swear we were infinite."