I dream about this place at least once a week, no joke.
I cant explain my connection to it, I just want to go back, sit on the beach and take in the beauty. It seemed as if this tiny city was untouched, and pure. The visit to that city, was possibly the best part of visiting the Nederlands. The streets reminded me of California, as if I had been there before. Whatever happens in my life, I have to go back. I honestly don't think I would ever leave. Till then, I can only dream...
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Hello, nice to read that you like my town. You dream from now, I dream from the past and I mean about 100 years ago. It is because I am the webmaster from www.oudzandvoort.nl and unfortunately in Dutch. The street on the foto is about 100 meters from my house.
Regards from Zandvoort,
Cor Draijer
Hi there, I feel you on this one... It feels like home.
I go to Zandvoort as many times a year as I am able to. A week before you posted this in your blog I came back from a week long vacation. I love the beach especially in the wintertime. *sigh*
Greetz from Germany!
Simone
there are few things pure in the world any more, but home is one of the few... we'll have a drink inside me baby, we'll run and hide, for some reason it's what we do... but to me it's so damn easy to see that your people are the people at home. well I've been away but I'm back today, ain't to many places I'd rater go...
I feel home, when i see the faces that remember my own...
I feel home when I'm chillin out side with the people i know...
I feel home, cause that's just what i feel, hey hey hey...
home to me is reality, and all i need is something real...
feelin all right heading out tonight, baby off to the dark driveway. we say i feel board, so were looking for more... but we all just decide to stay. there ain't nothing to do, and i look at you i see someone that i know and love. and with the crack of your smile, we'll always stay a while, I know from home there ain't nothing above...
and in the end, we can all call a friend. that's something i pray is true, cause in a thousand years, and a thousand tears I will find my original crew... cause to me, there's no where else I'd rather be than right at home...
I feel home, when i see the faces that remember my own...
I feel home when I'm chillin out side with the people i know...
I feel home, cause that's just what i feel, hey hey hey...
home to me is reality, and all i need is something real...
Home to me, is my reality, and all i need is something real...
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