Sometimes dreams can be nice. This was one of those dreams. I am somewhere in Belgium, with my sister and cousin Sarah. We are in a tall building, each floor containing a ice skating rink. The wall and flooring and furnishings are all wooden, giving the place a very nostalgic European feel.
We are ice skating together, doing laps. We are in an (amazing) race with other people apparently, a competition around the world. I am very good at ice skating; I zoom past everyone and start to feel more confident and skate backwards. We finish and leave the rink area to take off our skates. I look around confused as to where we should return them. There are wooden compartments lining the walls, with hidden latches. I push the skates through one that opens inward and lets the skates fall down to the sorting level.
We bustle to gather our things and my cousin calls someone to tell them we have finished. The phone is white and large, a cordless one from the nineties. We are in the lead.