The raid.

This week-end, the WBST got together for one of our yearly traditions :
our raid on the sales in Antwerp.

The combination of my favorite people and pretty new clothes ? H-E-A-V-E-N.

When we got up, we were greeted with grey clouds but we weren't about to let that deter us.
We were on a mission.

An hour of sing alongs in the car later, we finally arrived to the promised land but before we started hitting the shops we stopped for breakfast, WBST style.
Sliders at 10AM? That's how we roll !

By some sort of miracle, it only rained when we were inside so we got to stroll in the city without having to bother with an umbrella.

Our bounty wasn't as big (read : enormous) as the last time that we came but we each found what we were looking for which is really all that matters.
Quality over quantity any day right ?

Once again, it was perfect and I truly felt so blessed that I have such cool cats (no way I was gonna pass an opportunity to use that expression) in my life.

To be honest, I'm already looking forward to next year's shopping trip !

Thanks for the awesome day guys !

x, K.

* I like to think that we know some really cool spots in Antwerp so expect a post where I'm sharing them with you very soon :)

Letters to my boys.

Dear Mr K. ,

I'm sorry that I gave you a guitar right as exam period was starting.
Believe me when I say that I had very good intentions, but I see now how desperate you are to play while you're stuck at our table studying.
I'm also very sorry that when I encouraged you to enroll at my school, I forgot to mention how draining and exhausting exam period was.My bad.

I must admit, it kind of feels surreal that I, the neurotic permanently stressed basket case, have to reassure you.
I will keep on doing it until you see yourself through my eyes though : you're incredibly smart and hard working and really, if you resist the call of your guitar, you're probably going to succeed way better than I do -again.


Dear baby brother ,

I've been there.
I know that no matter what you see or hear, nothing can really prepare you to having to study your ass off for a scandalous amount of hours a day while it feels like everyone else is outside enjoying the sun.
Even though you hate the sun, it must be annoying for you too.
I also know that you're probably drinking your weight in coffee these days but it's not that bad : I read that it even prevents prostate cancer -woohoo !
Also, you need to stop convincing yourself that you're gonna fail.
Never forget that YOU are the smart one of the family.
-and that you are the little chemist.

Dear beloved stinkers ,

I miss our WBST adventures.
I miss adventures actually, now one the most exciting part of my day is when I allow myself to drink some Coke Light out of my precious stash.
It kind of doesn't compare to cross country biking or road trips.At all.
I know that you guys are down and I wish that I could make your exams go away or pass them in your place but my plate is kind of full right now, so here's the best I can do : I compiled a list of adventures/fun things that we have to do after the exams.

I hope this list cheers you up.


WBST TO DO LIST

• Go to the beach with our dogs and hunt jellyfishes with them.The first one that gets stung loses.Ah!
  



• Eat Pauls at RW + find Paul !
  



• Watch Somewhere with cold cider and hot -homemade- nachos.
  



• At least 3 bike trips to at least 3 different cities.
  



• Shopping for crazy sales + a break for delicious sandwiches and fruit juices
  



• KAYAK ! ! !
  



• Barbecues at bonpa's
  



• 
  
  La Noyée jam sessions
  
  There will also be long walks at night with our dogs, endless talks on the terrace with chilled rosé wine and a lot of other things that I can't think of right now.
  The great thing though, is that soon, we'll have time to think about it together !

I love you and I can't wait to reunite the WBST.

x, K.

RAD

The sun never shines brighter than when you're stuck inside.

To be perfectly honest, we did study outside yesterday but still, can't say that we were really enjoying the weather to its full potential.

Once the temperatures cooled down a bit (read : once the thought of wearing anything else than a sundress was bearable) and our goals for the day were reached, we needed to make the maximum of whatever sun was left.

With that thought in mind, we put Mr K.'s BMX in the trunk and off we were to a nearby spine ramp.

The promise of an adventure to come seemed like heaven after what felt like a never ending day of school work.

Once we arrived there, we were greeted with friendly locals who were happy to let Mr K. own the ramp.

Not to gloat our anything, but I was a proud girlfriend when I heard a kid talk about how happy he would be the day that he could do that as Mr K. was acing a transfer.

I felt quite proud too when he let me ride his bike a bit -to be perfectly honest, I'm already planning to steal it to go practice .

N. gave it a try too but mostly, he again took some great action pictures at the park.

Watch out for that kid, when he'll finally realize that an additional 13 years of studying (med school + psychiatry) is torture, it won't be long before his pictures are prominently featured in sub culture magazines.

Again, the WBST managed to turn what would have otherwise been a pretty boring day into a memorable one.

There's something about the combination of sweating in the park and my two beloved stinkers that always brightens my mood.

I'm already looking forward to our next adventure !

x, K.

* Props to anyone who got the AWESOME reference in this post's title.

Cru is my 2nd favorite BMX rider.No kidding.

Home Alone.

This week end, we are coming one last time to my parents' before we lock ourselves into our study bunker and tonight, my parents have to go someplace.

You would think that, seeing that I've been living away from home for 4 years now, I wouldn't care, but actually, I feel like a 14 year old all over again.

It's a funny feeling.

It's exciting, exhilarating even and it's the promise of an adventure.

I remember loving evenings alone with my brother because we got to pick what we ate, what we watched and when we went to sleep.

None of it has changed and it still feels as awesome to eat chinese take out on the couch, as we watch TV.

The mere thought of how many rules we're breaking as we do that almost gives me the chills.

I'm not sure my mom would consider us to be too old for a good spanking if she knew what we're up to when they leave.

Past shenanigans have included a food fight (not sure N. has really forgiven me for the slice of pizza that I painted his face with), a secret party, and a crazy dance-off around the house among others.

Tonight, we're gonna keep it low key though.

Mr K. has heard of a spine ramp in the neighborhood (me?ashamed that I've lived here for 18 years and never knew about it?Course not !) and we're gonna go check that out for an evening session. -expect pictures of that coming soon.

When we come back, we might just eat our dessert on the couch though.

If we're feeling exceptionally bad, who knows, we might even eat TWO ice cream cones EACH...

x, K.

The last time my parents left us alone for a day, we literally rode our bikes to another country.

Good thing they'll only be gone for some hours tonight.

Hot Wheels.

Yesterday, the WBST needed an adventure.

A long day of studying was reaching its end.

A cruel sunshine had tempted us all day, mocking us as we were stuck at our tables with our books.

Our doggies had had a grand day, playing in the sun and chasing each other in the garden and now, it was our turn.

Mr K.'s legs were aching for his skateboard.

Due to a busy schedule filled with school, and work and well, me, he hadn't managed to take his board out in quite a while.

Ever since we passed it on our way to the shelter to rescue Baxter (the tiny dancer) he had been dying to go to the snake run.

Patiently, he had waited all winter long for the snow to melt and now, there was no stopping him.

N. was anxious to try his new toy.

My parents had gotten him a new camera for his birthday and the beautiful light was calling his name.

A road trip to the skate park would provide him with the perfect occasion to try his camera's potential.

If you manage to catch Mr K. in action, you know that you've got good material.

As for me ?

Well, I had to get out.

My eyes were burning, my hand was sore and frankly, I'm obsessed with the Z-boys so the perspective of seeing my man in action seemed like heaven to me.

Time to say "mom can we borrow your car" and off we were, with the windows wide open and 20th Century Boy blasting.

We were so ready.

The park was filled with locals, kids and dogs.

Awesome.

Mr K. quickly took control of his skateboard again and soon, he was the toast of the snakerun, his every move being copied by 6 years old rascals.

N. and I chilled on the side, just happy to be there in the middle of the woods, watching our homeboy nailing trick after trick.

It really was perfect, just what we needed, and I'm finding it hard to put that magic into words.

I'll leave you with some pictures, they'll tell the story way better than I could.

x, K.

"The Bat" = N. = baby brother = photographer extraordinaire and the rightful owner of most of these gorgeous pictures.