Living Vicariously Through Others

Friday Feb 3rd –

Morning came (as it does most days😏) and as usual my routine of getting up, making coffee and enjoying the silence took place.



The creative juices were brewing so I gathered my tools and hoped to create some form of so called art.

A fellow came around 11:00 to put a ‘for sale’ sign up on our balcony…

                 πŸ’ ➑️  Apartment Link

It’s official folks, the apartment is up for sale and we don’t really have a clue what the future holds 😜

Mike had a tennis date and Zoe and I had to think of something to do once he got back and we decided on a close castle visit.
After the decision making we needed food… brain cell activity had depleted our energy reserves😜

Zoe had school and I wanted to try out some designs for the little embroidery hoops so we sat down to do that and for background noise a movie about the war was put on.
Everyone died… it was a true life story of courseπŸ™„

Mike returned and said it was too late to go castling sooo that plan was no more 😏

Supper was pork schnitzel, parmesan oven roasted carrots and rice.

The carrots were tasty and easy-peasy πŸ‘ŒπŸ»
I’ll share the recipe soon 😊

The evening fell upon us, Mike was watching soccer and Zoe and I didn’t know what to do with ourselves so things got weird.

We somehow ended up taking multiple tests to determine if we were more like psychopaths or sociopath’s.

 (In our defence, we had been watching a lot of Sherlock Holmes, so it wasn’t an idea that just came completely out of the blue.)

Turns out, we were both half of a psychopath in our tendencies.
So together we make one complete psychopath in our opinion, and that assumption itself may be reason for the answers we got 😜

Oh well… at least it explains some things πŸ˜‚

I’m not sure if it was that realization that brought on the evening’s entertainment or if it was simple over-tiredness but we figure we could be decent comedic actors if we weren’t so afraid of humans 😏😜
I’ll spare you all the gory details but the gist of it was long, pointless conversing with a slightly jersey accent as well as a lisp πŸ˜

Saturday Feb 4th –

We took a short drive in order to get to Doorwerth castle.

Doorwerth Castle

It was an interesting little place and we popped into the restaurant there for a bite to eat.

Zoe and my immediate thought? It smelt like Tim Hortons 😜

We had a tasty cheese and tomato sandwich with a type of sun-dried tomato paste adding a nice and different extra flavour.

I had a goulash as well, which was also good and Mike had apple cake 😏

We didn’t stay long since we didn’t feel like paying the fee to go inside the castle itself, so we walked around outside for a few more minutes and went on our way.

To Arnhem.

Firstly we walked through the Saturday market and we almost made it out without buying anything.

Until we passed the cheese truck πŸ˜πŸ§€
Zoe loves cheese too, so really it was in honour of our guest πŸ˜‰

We entered town and through the gentle rain, peeked in and out of multiple shops.

Sissy boy (Sissy Boy Online ) being one of my all time favourites, was entered with expectation but this time it was Zoe who was most in luck.

Finding two, BEAUTIFUL dress skirts 😍
Iridescent pearl pink and  darkly rich, emerald blue drenched the fabrics and the pockets included on one skirt were pure bonus πŸ˜πŸ‘ŒπŸ»
I lived vicariously through her at that moment, since they had no skirts in my size 😒

Mike did buy me a Valentine’s Day gift there though πŸ˜‹

After he asked me if it was acceptable πŸ˜πŸ’•

He then went out and unbeknown to me, got HIMSELF a few ‘valentines day’ gifts… four new articles of clothing πŸ™„πŸ˜

Main reason for going to Arnhem in the first place?

Food of course.

Freshly made, warm stroopwafels were on the list of things Zoe had to try and it was happily crossed off the list πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸͺ

Burger King followed as supper, which was a bit less thrilling for sure and then we headed back to the apartment.

The walk back to the car was interrupted though, since Mike spotted an art store and figured we should look for future referenceπŸ˜‰

My future is bright in the way of the arts if that store is still available to me next time I create😳

It was a pretty relaxed evening since we had been out and about most of the day 😏

We decided to watch a movie together and the chosen show was ‘Hidden Figures’.
Detailing some of the lives of ladies who helped behind the scenes at NASA during the early space exploration days.
We recommend πŸ‘©πŸ½β€πŸ”§πŸš€πŸŒŒ

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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