Saturday 9 AM
On a spring morning! My brain repeats the last few scenes of my dreams as I wake up, the hues of the world bloomed anew as if each were a tiny flower reborn and my eyes greet the day shine, my heart and lungs expand. That was when I felt that I must have been so blessed to live the same day repeatedly.
My host mom, Juliette, and I biked to the Peperbus of Zwolle after eating breakfast at home. We met Yusef, Lewis, and Zerina, as well as their families. We parked our bikes across the street and entered the chapel. I assumed we went there to pray, and I wasn't expecting much, yet there was an empty stairway that was narrow, short, and dizzying. Climbing the Peperbus was one of our best experiences. It had a lot of character and charm, but it also had a unique, distinctive smell to them.
The old building with its centuries-settled foundations brought a feeling of welcome to the city. We climbed the tower by a short stairway for around 75 meters and 230 steps. The Peperbus is the sanity of its history, the ever-present home amid such change. I can recall each brick as far back as my memory allows, touch them, and feel the texture that has greeted strong summers and hailstones with such dignity.
We agreed to compete to see who could reach the top of the tower first. We hurriedly ascended the steps. When we got to the top, we inhaled hard and hot air came out of our nostrils, and there was a beautiful panoramic view over Zwolle's city center and environs! We had to see through a locked fence, which was unfortunate.
We snapped photographs with our hosts, kept looking for our residences and the path we took, and luckily, I and Zerina were wearing our spectacles to appreciate the splendor of Zwolle. We descended faster than we had anticipated. We were awarded a certificate for climbing the Peperbus, which I thought was pretty impressive. I had also climbed the lighthouse in my town, although I had never obtained a certificate for it.
Zwolle also has a plethora of stores, restaurants, pubs, and cafés that begged to be explored. We took the Diezerstraat (a pedestrian-only street) to the Grote Markt and we headed to the Salute ice cream parlor. It was very busy, we first had to fall in a long line. And yes, it was worth it! It's generous scoops, wonderful flavors, and is unquestionably the greatest ice cream in town.
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