Storm is Brewing

After a day of modules, I went home for dinner. Just after dinner I would cycle to my girlfriend. This was the sky just before I left home. With a stormy wind in the back I raced towards Goirle. However, I didn't keep it dry; it started raining and not long until lightning struck not far from where I was cycling in the country side.

By the time I arrived, I was soaked. So I put on my dry clothes (that I luckily brought) and after the rain had stopped (at least most of it had) my girl and I cycled to Tilburg. This evening there was a festival there: Tilburg Zingt. From 20h until 24h people would come together on a big square and sing along with well-known songs.

It was wet, but fun. And by the time we went home (to Goirle) we were really tired and happy to go to bed.