Full Fairies And The Scent Of Butter 

Sunday 17th –

We slept in and enjoyed the luxury of not having to be anywhere at any specific time.

Once we did leave the apartment we straight away started the search for breakfast.  

Street view of our place ⬆️

We were too late for breakfast food though so we settled pretty willingly for going straight into lunch.

‘Restaurant Tinel’ was sat down at and the bread they served pre meal (something they did at every restaurant we went to) was a warm pita style.


They also have oil instead of butter but unfortunately plain oil just isn’t as good.
The restaurant the night before had served their bread warm with the balsamic vinegar and oil… That was very good 👌🏻  

 I had chicken with tomato sauce, pine nuts and a side of fried polenta.
Mom had a shrimp pasta but the shrimp weren’t deveined soo she was a little grossed out by the whole sand texture thing 😁
Dad had steak and potatoes and Mike had cheese and spinach stuffed steak rolls.
(He said mine were better☺️ )  


It was a decent meal… enjoyed by some more than others 😏

We walked around more  enjoying the views abundant all around us


 and looked for a market that was supposed to be open.
It didn’t have many vendors but mom still found some goodies for us to test.
Hazelnuts, strawberries, dates and a fruit we hadn’t tried before.  


It looked like small oranges in a way but we weren’t sure so mom asked how to eat it.
In answer, the lady who owned the produce picked one up, wiped it off and popped it into her mouth, peel and all!
Mom and I followed suit upon her explanatory hand motions (language issues you understand).
Not at all how we would have expected it to be eaten considering the taste of lemon and orange peels 😝
The fruit itself was very tart, more so then a lemon but the peel was a subtle sweet flavour that toned done the sour rather perfectly.

(Upon research for this post I found out they were kumquats ?! I always thought those were a vegetable…)

We walked across a very windy bridge to check out the other side of the harbour a bit but the street we chose was mostly just banks 🙄

On our walk back to the apartment I was hearing a small popping noise.
Turned out to be little pods off an overhead tree that when stepped on, sounded like and gave the same satisfaction as popping bubble wrap! 😋
There were some very pretty flowering trees as well.  


We walked by all the boats nestled in the water… Finding some we would love to call our own (yacht style) as well as some we wouldn’t have wanted to ever, even if we were being payed to, enter 😜  


Mom and dad wanted sweets and Mike and I wanted to stop walking so…we headed up to the comfort of the couch while they went in search of some desserts.

They came back with four different cakes.
After mom took the time to wash and chop the fruits and even roast the hazelnuts, (She’s crazy in that good kind of way) we added them to the cakes and had a small taste testing🍰  


Photo creds to Mother 👌🏻🍓🍊

Nothing beats homemade but they were enough of a taste to get us by until suppertime😏   


‘Shop Wrenn’ is a jewelry seller whom I follow on Instagram. 

 ~ Shop Wrenn 💍 ~
She was having a photo competition for those who posted a picture featuring her jewelry.
Mom had used the ruins in town as her rings backdrop earlier that day and convinced me to enter as well.                                                                                                                                                        On that evenings walk I took my necklace along to try to capture a winning imagine 😉  


(Mike may have helped a little with the photo I submitted 😁)

Love the color of the water 🌊


Found a lovely light pink building☺️💕  


And asked a lady if she would take a picture of us all as the last attempts with the phone timer just hadn’t been working 😜


We went back to ‘La Bruschetta’ (where we had eaten our first meal) for supper.
It was Mikes turn for fried calamari🐙
I tried a bite, hoping to like it and yet again disliking it.
The batter and sauce is always good but the chewing of a squad part messes with my head every time 🙄
Mom and I split an order of bruschetta which size wise, would have filled up a fairy.   


Then Mom asked for a side of butter for the french bread.
Four thin shavings of un salted butter for two euros… covering each slice of bread with hardly a smells worth.
It was a good thing we had a massive lasagne to share.
Dad enjoyed a stuffed pork with potatoes and a side of veggies.  

After we had stuffed ourselves we figured a lengthier walk back wouldn’t hurt us tooo much.  


So it was to the waters edge for some sunset pictures before meandering along to the apartment. 

Once there we made use of the jacuzzi for the last time.
A semi startled yell from dad and the laughter that followed from he and Mike had mom and I questioning what was happening out there 😏
As Mike was turning it off, he somehow managed to spray a jet of water directly on dad who was already out and on his way inside😜💦

A FaceTime call was made to Nathin and we all chatted with him awhile before calling it a night 📲💤

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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