But let me take you to the beginning…
During my childhood, I always went to the same camping on holidays. Year after year Camping Solmar in Blanes was the place where you could find me. I had the most wonderful times there.
We automatically bonded with the other families and got to know each other well. It wasn’t long before we started doing things together. I even found out that I just met Jean-Marie Pfaff’s sister. For who doesn’t know Jean-Marie, he was one of Belgium’s best football keepers ever. He was also a hot topic back then because he had a reality show with his family.
Anne, the sister that we’d met, was hardly ever in the show. That’s why we didn’t know she was family at first. As a kid I got starstruck all the time. And since she’s the sister of someone famous, I almost treated her different than a regular John Doe. I didn’t though, because she was so humble and down-to-earth. I met up with her at camp for the next few years, until I stopped going to Spain due to the economic crisis.
The best moments are unplanned, random & spontaneous.
When he arrived, half the room went to see him. But I kept on dancing as I’m not getting starstruck that easy anymore. I also don’t have the patience or will to stand as a sheep in line waiting for an autograph or picture. I rather like it when things happen spontaneously.
If something is meant to be, it will happen. I even didn’t know who the special guest was, until my friends came back with their picture. As you already guessed, it was Jean-Marie Pfaff…
Special guests usually don’t stay for the whole night, so I figured I probably wouldn’t meet him. I was totally fine with that thought. So, I continued partying, until an hour later when I urgently needed to take a leak.
With the thought of entering the right room, I stumbled upon a photographer. Without fully realizing the session had already ended, I stood next to Jean-Marie ready for a picture to be taken. I had a smile on my face where even ‘the joker’ would be jealous of. Waiting for the shot, nothing happened the next minute. Then it finally hit me, no one was waiting in line anymore and the photographer was packing up to leave.
Since I already made a fool of myself, I began making small talk with Jean-Marie. Probably in the hope of getting rid of me, he polity talked back. While the photographer was packing out again, I was telling him the story of ‘How I met your sister’.
After the photo was taken, it was time to go on our own path. But not before concluding it’s indeed a small big world after all..