“Spirit is adventure,” my son wrote when he saw her launch.

In Dutch, the word spirit also means soul. Adventure feeds the soul. And the soul drives us toward adventure.

We are our relationships. It’s a phrase that doesn’t translate easily into English, yet it holds so much meaning for me. As a leader, I’m often told that I must first know myself before I can lead others. It’s a common mantra in many training programs, valuable, but not entirely true for me.

Net twee euro tip gegeven aan een ober in Starbucks en hem gezegd: 'je bent een gentleman, merci, je maakt de wereld mooier'. Schoon, hoe echt hij het spel speelde.

The train shoots from Lille to Boulogne. At high speed, like the one from Brussels to Lille. "I love this train," I text my son. For us, it has become a symbol of a Europe not yet fully written. One that connects cities and people by intention, seemingly effortlessly. The concept makes me happy. The design delights me. The engineering impresses me.

Somewhere last summer, I watched Rolling Thunder Revue again, the Scorsese documentary about Bob Dylan. A second reading, you could say. Like returning to a book you read too young, not to understand it better, but to hear what now speaks to you.