Ten days

What a week.

The last ten days were exhausting for me and my flatmates; working from early morning 'till dusk in order to accomodate for the thirty or so volunteers that were coming to attend coaching training in our YMCA.
Sure, it was somewhat taxing in the long run, and I often longed for a break, but boy did I love this week. Volunteers came in from twelve different countries and each had his or her story to share, different reasons to come...

I didn't know a thing about coaching when I participated in this training, and I'm still not sure these ten days were enough for the lessons to fully root themselves in my mind, but I know one thing for sure : I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

And, since it is a popular saying that pictures carry more weight than words, here is a picture of what was, for me, the highlight of this event.

It was as pleasant as it looks.

Now, however, the training is over. We'll be back for more, assuredly, but for a time we'l have to go back to our daily routine, or the closest thing there is to it.