Why does a week of vacation pass at least 3 times faster than a normal week? Last night, Niek and I agreed it felt like we’d only been there for a couple of days rather than a full week. But the calendar doesn’t lie…. We’re now back in Gouda and I can finally use the Internet without having to sit outside on a bench, so here I am.
About the surroundings:
We were at the Landal GreenParks “Village l’Eau d’Heure”, in Belgium near the French border. When we have a holiday at a bungalow park, we always go to a Landal park because they are nestled into their natural surroudings very pleasantly - lots of walking paths and nature and the kids are always delighted by the wildlife they see - and the houses are always reasonably sized with enough of what you need to get through a week. That said, I give our experience at Village l’Eau d’Heure a grade of D. However, the surrounding countryside is absolutely breathtaking! We took several rides around, just gawking and staring at how gorgeous the hills & valleys were, the absolutely ancient stonework villages, and the lush forests. Awe-inspiring! We made one trip over the French border - I had hoped to do a bit of shopping, but we were obviously in the wrong place (Avesnes-sur Helpe) on the wrong day (Monday afternoon).
I did purchase the latest issue of Mains en Merveilles in Cerfontaine, the village nearest to our bungalow that had a supermarket and newsstand.
Some of the points of interest were: Eppe-Sauvage, a 16th century village that was just so incredibly ancient-feeling; the forests around Rance, where we spent a morning walking; and Chimay, site of the wonderful Trappist-brewed beer. I’ve included a few photos that give an idea of the surroundings - all can be clicked for a larger view.
Walking in the forest around Rance

An ancient-looking village outside Chimay

The kids posed on a side street in Thuin

About the family:
We all managed to de-stress and have fun to quite a remarkable degree. The kids had a blast - every day was a treat, and I can count the number of squabbles on one hand and have fingers left over. Wow! I found out that my mobile phone didn’t work in Belgium, and the ‘free internet’ promised by the bungalow park meant sitting outside on a bench with the laptop propped on one’s knees, so we were truly forced to unplug and unwind. Arden began practicing his football kicks, no doubt largely due to my relaxed mood, and that was the highpoint of my week away.
There wasn’t a lot in the park for the kids to do, but they had oodles of fun jumping around in the sand pit next to our cottage (charming, a sandpit outside one’s living room, but the kids did enjoy it). There was also a small play area on the opposite side of the park that they enjoyed. Even Rigby had fun! I’ve selected a few pictures that are also clickable.
Rigby whoops it up in the grass

Jumping practice for the whole family

Nick and Rowen in superhero outfits

Trying to pose all of us by the lake

Homecoming:
First off, I swear when we approached the border, we could see the dark clouds over Holland! LOL! We all decided that Holland’s excessive gas-tax, which is used to maintain the roads, may actually be worth it. LOL! As a Mainer, I’m used to potholes and crumbled road shoulders, but we all relaxed a fair amount when we got back on Dutch roads again.
I was also curious to note my reaction to the obvious wealth displayed by one country over another, despite how close the two countries are. It reminds me of crossing the New Hampshire/Maine border - you go from homes that haven’t seen paint since the 1950’s to homes that may be just as old, but are in impeccable condition. It’s always been a bit of a mystery to me. I enjoyed the lack of order (imposed on everything here in the Netherlands, to my foreigner’s eyes) in Belgium, but I was also relieved to return to the orderliness of Dutch living. How unexpected! I guess I am becoming “Dutchified” after my ten+ years here. LOL!
Real life will resume on Monday - Rowen has daycare, the boys have school, Niek has work, and I may even have a small work project to do. Aahh, income. Niek’s birthday is just a couple of days away, and I have all my fingers and toes crossed that his gifts, which were mail-ordered, will arrive on time. I have a few more stitches to put into my Quaker RR before posting it on to Karen, and I now have a smallish stack of Christmas ornaments to finish-finish. My next GYN appointment is on Tuesday, and I hope to hear that Arden’s doing great. I began having anxiety dreams the last two nights we were away, and I think I correctly analyzed myself - I’m really scared of facing people who knew we were expecting twins and having to tell them of the loss. For a week, I could simply be happy at Arden’s antics; now I have to return to reality and the fact that there are a lot of people we haven’t seen over the school holiday who don’t know. I’ll keep taking it a step at a time.
Mail call!:
While away, the mail carrier brought gifts from Dianne and Isabelle - thank you both so much for your thoughtfulness! And Michelle, the chart arrived!
I also heard from Jo that the birthday gift I sent her in March just arrived! Gotta love the postal service…. Not!

















































