Celery And Domesticated Geese… The Mysteries Of Holland

Saturday 7th –

 
Upon waking up the sun was calling to me… ‘Jessica, savour me! Your pale skin must be reintroduced to me… You know it takes all summer for my rays to brown you.’
Or something like that.. Said in a kind of airy, yoga instructor like voice 😜

So I listened and went outside to sun soak.
Dumb wording when really the sun is dry and if there’s any soaking it’s from your own sweat so that’s gross 😁

Anyways … By 9 o’clock it was already +24 so it was a good day for sunning if that’s what a person wanted to do.

Mike eventually woke up and sat outside with me.
I got bored so we kicked the soccer ball around for a little bit but that’s only so entertaining for so long 😏

We both agreed it felt like we should be on holidays.
Any time we have been together in nice, hot weather since we’ve been married it was during a weekend away somewhere warm or on our honeymoon.                                                                          So to be stuck around the normal living area in smokin hot weather for a long weekend, felt a tad odd and left us confused as to what to do πŸ˜‹

We decided to leave the house and retreat into shopping areas for a little less direct light.
We found birthday gifts for Elaine and Sophie, I found a cute jewelry holder and we tried to avoid any foodie areas as our self-restraint is very poor.

An odd thing I learnt is that they don’t sell regular celery stalks here like they do at home.
I asked Mike if he liked celery and he raised his eyebrows questioningly as to what it was.
Once we were in the grocery store we looked and THIS specimen is all they have of the sort?!  

 

We then drove to Emmerich to see Sarah, Erwin and the girls.
We had said we’d take the girls for ice cream so they reminded us of that very quickly 😏
We went to the park first and then to the ice cream shop.
Glad Mike had bought a bottle of water as it came in useful getting the powder like sand off their little hands.  
 

I hate that gritty, chalk like sand, it makes my insides ache😩

Back to their house we went and not to long after that we sat outside to enjoy BBQ meat and a smattering of sides.  

 

It was all very good πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘ŒπŸ»   Ice cream with toppings included πŸ¦πŸ“

 We spent the evening visiting some more before heading back to John and Inge’s for one last night.

 

 

Sunday 8th –

 

 

I boiled my first eggs for breakfast 😜
With Mikes instruction on how long to boil them haha.

It was over an hour-long drive to church as we were going to church in Krefeld.

Service was enjoyed and then so was the overly warm +27 weather.

We went over to Christian and Judith’s for the afternoon ☺️

Christian was BBQing beer can chicken for lunch and it was taking a little bit longer then expected so we eventually started with all the sides, using the excuse it could be like a four course meal πŸ˜‹  

 

The courses were all very good.               Mike and especially enjoy the rosemary potatoes Judith makes πŸ˜›

 The chicken was also tasty… once it was finished πŸ˜‰πŸ΄πŸ—

Sun soaking, chatting and dessert eating filled the rest of the afternoon and it was an enjoyable day β˜€οΈπŸƒπŸ‘«πŸ΄πŸš™

We had a two-hour long drive back so we left around 6.                                                                        During the drive a bus passed us with ‘PSV’ written on the side and a couple bikes with flashing lights in front and behind it.                                                                                                                                 It was a soccer team that had just played a game that day and the exciting moment of Mikes drive back to the cottage 😏😜⚽️

Back at the cottage Fiji welcomed us but then abandoned us for our bed 😏 
 

We went to see if the goose eggs had hatched.
The nest was empty but no fowl big or small was around.
They shall forever remain a mystery.. Those egg eating, gosling-less domestic geese.

The hyacinths Mike had planted were blooming so he picked them and brought them inside… filling the house with their wonderful scent 😊 

  

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 😊

2 thoughts on “Celery And Domesticated Geese… The Mysteries Of Holland”

  1. Love the fragrance of hyacinthπŸ’ž
    That is not cellery but appears to me to be fennel?
    Those were cannibal geese. Looks like I missed out on some home cooked meals made by extended family members πŸ€”

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