Studyweek in Italy.

Our home-base was the tiny village of Sabbia, where people created miniature Christmas-scenes in every corner. That's where we came home to, at the end of each day, and where the food was always good, as long as Floor was near. Third picture shows the view, seen from the balcony. Most other pictures were taken in Varallo, with its beautiful Sacro Monte, or just somewhere beside the path, or road. All the way down you see Lago Maggiore, Stresa. The last two were shot in Vigevano. And yes, we went -zoefff-zoef-zoefff-, down from those mountains one of the days : )

Excitement.

Just 5 more nights..
Only one crazy-killing-studyweek left (will work Thursday during the day, will work 2 full nights at parties, while I should get the studyload for almost 2 full weeks done).
But then...
Then it will be time.

It will be time to fly away. From the 12th-18th December.

He's here again.

Sinterklaas is back in the country again, together with all his helpers, 'Zwarte Pieten'. Most Dutch families will celebrate his birthday on the 5th of December. 't Heerlijk avondje komt dichterbij.

Fall.

Shizzle.

Holiday by bike.

The point with the green + red flag is home, which we left on Monday, and came back to on Saturday. Travelled North the first day, and biked all around. Have to admit that we skipped the part Den Helder-Haarlem, where we took a train, because of our 'Battle on the Afsluitdijk', the day before: a 33 km long dike, in combination with two student bikes, wind speed 7 (even 8 sometimes), no gears, and about one downpour every hour. It took us four full hours :) Luckely parents and sisters, with warm houses, showers, clotheslines, couches, etc., are living along the route..

Flo, doing the cooking.

Insect-eating plant (Drosera).

See those trees bending? We had to bike the opposite direction. For long, long hours. Some parts it was just impossible to bike, so we had to walk a little.

Wadlopen, Groningen

Wadlopen means something like 'walking the tidal flats'. To celebrate a 1st wedding anniversary, we traveled up North for a visit, some wadlopen and a bbq.

Crossing a gut.

Some of us slept in the barn, on top of the dusty straw bales. I climbed a little higher, to meet the whole barn owl family, and sleep under their watching eyes. They found me a very interesting thing, with their wobbling heads.

Close to home

Montalivet, France.