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Sprookjesbos

About an hour’s drive from Antwerp you will find Efteling, a beautiful theme park based around the fairytales or sprookjes of the Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen and Charles Perrault. Opened in 1952, Efteling is one of the oldest theme parks in the world. We’d been told that we couldn’t leave Belgium without making a visit, so on Saturday we spent a wonderful day exploring the world of fairytales.

The sprookjesboom or fairytale tree. He is a wise old oak who tells stories about the other inhabitants of the fairytale forest.

Efteling began it’s life as a fairytale forest where ten fairytales had been brought to life. Over time it has grown into a full sized theme park with a range of rides and attractions, but it is the sprookjesbos which is the most beautiful and unique part of the park.

The witch ascending to the top of the tower via Rapunzel’s hair.

Edie posing in the sprookjesbos.

The rather well-endowed Little Mermaid.

Gingerbread house from Hansel and Gretel.

Tom Thumb attempting to steal the giant’s boots. He is known here as Klein Duimpje.

This castle is home to Snow White’s evil stepmother – complete with talking magic mirror!

The flying Fakir on his magic carpet.

As well as exploring the Sprookjesbos, we went on lots of rides. Our favourite was the Droomvlucht or Dreamflight ride, where we flew through a dream world of forests, fairies, castles and trolls.

Singing fairies in the Droomvlucht.

They were singing and swinging.

A dreamlike fairy world – so beautiful.

If you’d like to see many more Efteling pics, click on the link to my Flickr photos. We thoroughly enjoyed our day – we’ve been to a few theme parks now but have never stayed right until closing time as we did at Efteling. We can all highly recommend it.

Us girls at the end of a very long but very enjoyable day 🙂

Tomorrow it is Olive and Edie’s last day of school and then on Wednesday morning we fly to Virginia to have a look round. It’s going to be a big week, full of many emotions. I’m going to try and write a post from Virginia just to let you catch a small glimpse of our new stomping ground.

Take care everyone. Lots of love xxx

Berlin

After sharing in the wonderful occasion of Miss Sarah’s wedding, and letting Richard grab a couple of hours shuteye as he’d only just arrived back in the country, we packed the car and headed for Germany. Our destination was Berlin, but as it’s such a long drive from Antwerp we stopped for the night in the city of Bielefeld. Here we ate yummy Middle Eastern food (in honour of the fact that Richard’s favourite fact about Berlin is that the most eaten food item there is the doner kebab!), and stumbled across a fair. As we are getting close to summer fairs are starting to pop up all over the place – big one in Antwerp this weekend. It was the usual sort of thing – loud music, lots of neon, overpriced rides and lots of sausages for sale at the food stalls. The girls had a pony ride which they loved – sorry no photos – left the camera in the car.

In the morning we made our way to Berlin via a quick stop in the city of Magdeburg. In Magdeburg I stocked up on a few Reisenthel goodies and we discovered a men’s clothing store where 50% of the clothing on sale was branded with all sorts of kiwiana – NZ flags on sleeves and “Auckland” emblazoned across the front of tshirts! Since the rest of the clothing in the store all bore Karl Lagerfeld’s label, one can only conclude that there is some cachet in Magdeburg wearing a tshirt with the name of a New Zealand city on it! Definitely one of the weirdest things we’ve encountered. Perhaps one wears them whilst decorating one’s garden with these.

We were a bit late arriving in Berlin owing to the enormous traffic jam we got stuck in just after leaving Magdeburg. A huge truck had somehow overheated and burst into flames – quite a dramatic scene once we were able to drive past. The girls were very impressed!

Berlin was sunny and warm when we arrived late Saturday afternoon. Our hotel was in the Tiergarten – an area of central Berlin dominated by a large park. As soon as we’d checked in and stowed our gear we headed out to do some exploring.

Waiting at the Tiergarten stop for the S-Bahn or city train.

Our first stop was the Brandenburg gate, perhaps the most well-known landmark of Berlin. It is the only remaining gate of a series through which Berlin was once entered.

From the Brandenberg Gate it was a short stroll to the Riechstag and the Holocaust Memorial.

The Reichstag building was built to house the parliament of the German Empire but fell into disuse after the partition of Berlin. After the reunification of Berlin it was renovated and once again is home to the German parliament.

The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe is a roughly 5 acre square site covered in 2,711 concrete slabs arranged in a grid pattern on a sloping field.

The slabs vary in height and are designed to produce an uneasy and confusing atmosphere.

I definitely had feelings of unease and confusion. The evening was so beautiful. Dotted around on top of the slabs were people – reading, sunbathing, chatting, Olive and Edie loved seeing which slabs they could scale and then used them like giant stepping stones. In one corner a small groups of monks were chanting – all in all it was quiet, serene and beautiful.  And yet here we were in a place that marked so much death and despair. My initial reaction was to tell the girls to stop climbing, be quiet and show some respect. But of course I couldn’t expect that of them and in retrospect seeing the memorial covered in “life” is probably the best way to honour those who were murdered.  The construction of this memorial was not without controversy which I guess is only to be expected when dealing with such a sensitive subject.

As we only had one full day in Berlin I asked the concierge at the hotel what his recommendations were and he suggested the zoo and the wall. Because we live within a stone’s throw of the Antwerp Zoo we tend not to make zoo visits on our travels, but Berlin’s zoo is one of the most popular zoos in the world and is the most visited zoo in Europe, plus it was such a beautiful day, so we were happy to spend half our day in Berlin amongst 17,500 animals.

Hippos basking in the sun. During the second world war the zoo was completely destroyed and only 91 out of 3,715 animals survived.

We all had a wee giggle when we learned the name of the standing polar bear – Nancy!

Along with watching the polar bears feed, seeing this panda up close was a real highlight.

A very glum looking ape 😦

We loved the mountain goats little alpine hut.

After leaving the zoo we caught the S-Bahn and headed to one of the remaining sections of the Berlin Wall. We’d been advised to visit the section known as the East Side Gallery. This is a 1.3km long section which was decorated with murals by international artists in 1990. Unfortunately many of the paintings have been damaged by erosion, graffiti and vandalism.

Checking out the remains of the Berlin Wall.

It had a real wasteland feel to it – lots of rubbish on the ground, people milling around – not quite what I was expecting.

The East Side Gallery.

Answering Olive’s questions about why the wall was there and what happened when people tried to get over it was proving a bit challenging too! So we retreated back to the cool of our hotel for a wee rest before dinner.

Once again we’d been given great tips from friends about places to go in Berlin, so after freshening up we made a beeline for Hackesche Hofe – Germany’s largest enclosed courtyard area. Here we ate schnitzel and apple strudel and then explored the 8 interconnected courtyards which were designed in the Jugendstil or Art Nouveau style.

Art Nouveau courtyard.

Checking out the beautiful blue tiling.

It was really beautiful and inside some of the courtyards were stores selling products designed and made in Berlin. My favourite was the Ampelmann shop where you could buy a whole range of things inspired by the little red and green figures that were used on the traffic lights in East Berlin.

The Ampelmann.

Apartment building inside one of the courtyards.

Olive and Edie were thrilled to discover this see saw when we ventured into another courtyard.

Olive and Edie were thrilled to discover this see saw when we ventured into another courtyard.

From there we headed for the river front, enjoying the first real warm weather we’d experienced for months. There were people everywhere enjoying the late evening sun and we were thrilled to stumble upon a very cool outdoor cafe and dance floor…

Beautiful buildings down by the river.

And some Ampelmann traffic lights in action.

Dancing al fresco – very cool. The girls would have watched for hours.

Soon it was time to catch the train home.  The following morning we began the long drive back to Antwerp. Because we are leaving Europe soon and want to see as much as possible in our remaining few months, we took a detour to the city of Leipzig where Bach worked for many years and where Wagner was born. Schumann, Mahler and Mendelssohn all worked in the city too, giving it a very illustrious musical pedigree.

Messing around in Leipzig.

Cathedral where Bach worked.

We thoroughly enjoyed our time in Germany – Berlin in particular was a great city – I enjoyed it much more than I had expected.

Richard went back to the States this morning and after popping home for a very quick two days he’s then off to New Zealand for two weeks. We’re all looking forward to the end of all that travelling once we get to the States!

I’m hoping to visit and write about a few Antwerp landmarks that I’ve sorely neglected and now that time is running out I really need to get to them! Take care everyone. Sending lots of love from a scorching Antwerp – whilst crossing my fingers that the stunning weather lasts 🙂

Experiences

It’s been a busy few weeks for us – weeks that have been full of, for want of a better word, experiences. Living in Europe has allowed us to do so many wonderful things and it seems like the past few weeks have been particularly “experience” focused.

The weekend before last we visited Rotterdam. One of the great things about our time in Belgium is meeting people who have already done a great deal of travelling and are full of great recommendations. One of our friends  suggested we go to Rotterdam and stay in a particular place – the New York Hotel. This very cool place is situated right on Wilhelmina pier and used to be the offices of the Holland America Line, which carried many emigrants from Europe to the United States. It’s been kept in it’s original style and is full of nautical memorabilia. I did take lots of pics but our camera had a meltdown when we got back home and we lost most of them 😦 Here’s a few that we did manage to salvage.

Hotel New York

Travelling from the hotel to the city is simply a matter of hopping on a water taxi – big hit with the girls!

Okay…and a big hit with me too 🙂

As you can see the weather was rubbish so we spent some time in the Maritime Museum – pretty appropriate since shipping and water is such a feature of Rotterdam. Every exhibit was fascinating – the girls particularly liked the pirates!

“Left! No right! I’m the Captain! No! I’m the Captain!”

“Attention!”

My own big experiences of late have come from my work with the PTA. I’d always envisioned getting involved with my children’s schools and I know firsthand what a valuable and important contribution parents make to a school community – I just never would have predicted that the school I’d be helping would be an international one in the heart of Europe.

Da Vinci hasn’t had an active PTA for the past few years so it’s been a new but very positive experience for everyone. Our first big project was supporting the Grade 7 students with the awareness week that is going to be an annual part of their curriculum. We dubbed this week of awareness REACH and helped the students and staff advertise and execute a range of fundraising activities. We held a clothing and bedding collection for a local mothers charity and collected toys for an organisation that helps refugees and asylum seekers.

The big goal of REACH was to raise 6000 Euros for a school in Myanmar, the former Burma. Our headmistress knows a Belgian family who have started a charity to help with education, sanitation and medical projects in Myanmar. They had started to build a school but did not have enough funds to complete the second storey of the building. So during the REACH week there was a book and bake sale, a sponsored walk and a family feast. 6000 Euros seemed a pretty impossible target but at the end of the week we had raised over 10,000 – enough to finish the school building and build an additional toilet block.

Today, the Ambassador from Myanmar came to school to hear about the work of the students and along with Yve, receive the big cheque. Unbeknownst to me Olive was asked to present flowers to the Ambassador and she even made a wee speech!

Olive with the Ambassador for Myanmar and Yve who started the charity.

New and wonderful experiences for everyone!

Afterwards I got to have a coffee and chat with the Ambassador and now have a standing invitation to drop in at the Embassy in Brussels if I’m ever passing (!) and Yve wants all the PTA to come to Myanmar and see the school for ourselves.

If you click here you can see many photos from the REACH week.

On Saturday we had another memorable experience. We joined in celebrating the christening of our friends son. A christening is always a memorable occasion and Koen’s was beautiful but what made it even more special is that it was held in a chapel designed by Rubens – arguably Antwerp’s most famous son.

Inside the chapel – pretty gorgeous!

Koen – the star of the show.

The priest was great and got all the children involved. Koen, bless him, didn’t utter a sound 🙂

All these events just serve to remind me how lucky we are to have embarked on this journey. And there are many new and exciting experiences looming on our horizon. Yes there’s some big change ahead for our little family – that’s all I’m going to say at the moment but you can count on me to keep you posted 🙂

Richard headed back to the States this morning so with two sleeping daughters I’m off now to enjoy my time alone – cup of tea, piece of cake and something rubbishy on the telly! xxx

Barcelona

I’m listening to this song as I write this post. Freddy Mercury and his impassioned and rather over the top number seems somehow fitting whilst writing about such a colourful and vibrant city. I heard this song so often during the television coverage of the 1992 summer Olympics and often wondered if I’d ever make it to “Barcelona!!” – imagine if you will Freddy belting out that last word. I certainly never dreamed I’d be visiting at the age of 40 with a husband and 2 children in tow – as the saying goes, life is full of surprises!

The Croad ladies hit the streets of Barcelona.

To say that we liked Barcelona is an understatement. We loved it – Olive declared it to be the best place we have visited and we are already toying with the idea of going back in the summer. Three days really wasn’t enough.

Before all the Barcelona love however, we had a wee bit of Croad love. I know that the girls have been missing Richard but I got a feel of just how much they miss him when I saw their reactions on spotting him at the airport.

Richard took this photo as the girls rushed towards him. Tissues anyone?!

After the dramatic reunion we headed into Barcelona. We were staying just outside of the city centre and once we’d dropped off our things and had a quick freshen up we jumped on the subway and headed into the city. Our first stop was the Arc de Triomf, a structure which was built for the Barcelona exposition in 1888.

So now we can all say we've seen two Arc de Triomfs 🙂

From here we wandered through the streets until we arrived at La Rambla, the tree lined pedestrian mall popular with tourists and locals. We grabbed a quick bite to eat then stopped at a souvenir shop to make the etremely important purchase of flamenco dancer outifts complete with polka dot clip clop shoes!

I think this picture sums up beautifully just how Olive and Edie feel when they don their flamenco outfits. And oh how they can get some noise out of the shoes!

As we excited the souvenir store we noticed that people seemed to be congregating on either side of the street and we quickly grabbed an empty spot. Being in a predominantly Catholic country on Good Friday, I had high hopes of seing something religious and our timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

When these two appeared we knew something interesting must be about to unfold...

...definitely interesting! Olive and Edie were completely unfazed.

Of course those guys were just the supporting act and JC soon took centre stage.

His Mum was there too and was a big hit with the girls - "Oooo look it's Mother Mary"!

Saturday began with the obgliatory search for a good cup of coffee and then we hopped on one of the tourist buses. We were heading for Parc Guell – the garden situated on the hill of El Carmel – and decided to take the tourist bus so we could see a bit more of the city along the way.

Olive really enjoyed the trip on the bus and listened very intently to all the commentary.

Edie mostly just practised posing!

We saw many eye-catching sculptures...

lots of interesting modern architecture...

a giant easter egg...

an old bull fighting ring...

and Gaudi's masterpiece the Sagrada Familia.

Maybe he was responsible for the giant Chupa Chups too!

We spent a good couple of hours in Parc Guell – there was so much to look at and listen to, as musicians were dotted throughout the gardens. The colours seemed so much richer and more vibrant than here in Antwerp or maybe that was just the beautiful weather!

Picnic lunch in Parc Guell.

Some of the gorgeous Barcelona colours.

We headed to the waterfront for dinner – close to what was the Olympic Village. We ate a great meal looking out at the sea and the girls had a blast running around on the sand.

Fish sculpture near Barceloneta beach.

The floral adornments, as you have probably guessed, are part of the flamenco outfits.

The beach at nightfall - beautiful.

We woke on Easter Sunday morning to more blue skies and headed straight back to Barceloneta beach. We’d promised the girls a longer play at the beach and a chance to wear “our togs”!!

No togs for me however - quite happy with a latte and a stunning view.

I know...I'm biased...but they are stunning!

And just a little bit crazy too!

Around lunchtime we walked into the old part of the city and stopped for some tapas. Then more wandering, a quick rest at home and then back to Sagrada Familia for a closer look.

It really is spectacular.

We headed back to La Rambla for dinner and a glass of sangria - yum 🙂

Richard disappeared back to the States very early on Monday morning and the girls and I spent our morning exploring the aquarium. I’d located the whereabouts of a Camper store and was planning on doing some serious credit card damage after all that fish watching. However Easter Monday in Barcelona meant most stores were closed so no new shoes for me – probably just as well! We did manage to find a Desigual store that was open which kept the girls very happy. They love the riot of colour and pattern that hits you when you walk into a Desigual shop and there was much oohing and aahing and a teeny bit of purchasing!

So all in all it was a fantastic trip – just a little on the short side! There are oodles more photos if you click on the Flikr link – my camera tells me I took over 500! Rest assured I did whittle it down befroe uploading!

It’s a big day in our house tomorrow – Olive is turning six. Will try and write something quick tomorrow evening. Until then, crank up the Freddy Mercury – Barcelona!!!

The Atomium and Mini Europe

In 1958 Brussels played host to the World Expo or World’s Fair. Nearly 15,000 workers spent three years developing a site on the Heysel Plateau, seven kilometres northwest of central Brussels. The crown jewel of this expo was the construction of a giant model of a unit cell of an iron crystal, magnified 165 billion times. The model was named the Atomium and decades later it remains one of Brussels’ best known landmarks.

The Atomium.

On Saturday we drove to Brussels to visit the Atomium and the nearby attraction, Mini Europe. It was a beautiful spring day – we even had to break out the sunscreen!

We spent around an hour exploring the innards of the giant steel structure. Olive and Edie loved all the stairs and escalators, whilst I enjoyed the retro colours and furniture found inside the giant spheres. Despite its age, the Atomium doesn’t look dated, and must have been quite a spectacle back in the 1950’s.

View from the top sphere.

Climbing one of the staircases. I really liked the blue and orange colour scheme.

I also really liked this seating area - made me think of wine gums!

Many other visitors were attempting to create the "I'm holding the Atomium in my hands" picture. Ours wasn't that successful!

From the Atomium we headed over to Mini Europe – a miniature park which has reproductions of the most attractive monuments in the European Union on show. Roughly 80 cities and 350 buildings are represented. The park is renowned for the quality of its models, some of which cost as much as €350,000.

The Grand Place in Brussels - otherwise known as the €350,000 model!

Mini Europe was one of the first attractions we heard about when we came to Belgium, but we decided to delay our visit until we had actually done some European trips. This decision really paid off. Olive and Edie were extremely engaged with all of the exhibits and it was amazing to see and hear their ever increasing knowledge of Europe. Olive even went so far as to say it was better than Plopsaland – as you are probably aware from my earlier posts about Plopsaland, this is extremely high praise!

Amsterdam.

Sacre Coeur.

Pisa.

The Berlin Wall.

If you click on the link to my Flikr photos, you can see many more images from our visit to the Atomium and Mini Europe. It was a great day out, made even better by such stunning weather – here’s hoping that keeps up!

Richard left today for a four week trip to the United States. It is going to be hard to be apart for such a long time, so we’ve decided to reward ourselves with a rendezvous in Barcelona. Easter conveniently falls in the middle of those four weeks so we are going to spend four days together exploring this wonderful Spanish city. Richard will fly in from the US and the girls and I will fly from Brussels to meet him.

We are all very excited. Edie has already invented a game called “going to Barcelona” which involves going through all the summer clothes, working out different outfits and then packing them into various pink handbags! Both girls are determined to come home from Spain with flamenco dancer outfits which must include red and white polka dot dancing shoes – ole!

Lots of love to you all xxx

Nijntje – Miffy

WARNING – if you are planning on making a visit to the Dick Bruna exhibition in Mechelen and want to be surprised by what you see there, I suggest you stop reading now! The exhibition is wonderful and I highly recommend it, but I’d hate to spoil it 🙂

Sunday was a beautiful spring day. Richard had just arrived back from a trip to the US so we didn’t have any major plans, but wanted to make the most of the good weather. Unfortunately it was one of those days when every suggestion we made to the girls was met with “I don’t want to do that” and each had very set and very different ideas as to how they’d like to spend the day – just a tad frustrating! We finally settled on a trip to Mini Europe in Brussels, only to discover that it was closed until mid-March – insert exasperated sigh here!

The next agreeable option was a trip to Lier to visit the De Kleine Wereld museum – a very sweet looking dolls and dollhouse museum. We packed everything we needed and as we dashed out the door I grabbed my DK Belgium guide assuming the address would be in there – twas not until we’d been on the road for a good 15 minutes that I discovered my assumption was wrong – this day was really not going well 😦

As Lier is a small place we figured that finding the museum wouldn’t be too difficult – again another bad assumption. When we finally found what we thought was the right building, it looked nothing like a doll house museum. I grabbed a passing policeman who told me that the museum had closed down – despite the fact it still has a very live website promoting all the beautiful things you can see there –  insert choice of swear word here!

After a quick pow wow we hit the road again, this time heading for Mechelen. Our destination was the Dick Bruna exhibition at the Cultuur Centrum. Dick Bruna is the creator of Miffy or Nijntje as she is known in Belgium and The Netherlands.

I’m a big fan of Miffy, and despite a few mumblings from Olive about Miffy being “babyish” we were all pretty happy with the decision to go.

Me, on our arrival in Mechelen, desperately hoping that the day would get better!

Once again we were without a specific address but Nijntje gave us lots of clues as to where the exhibition was...

keep going...you're getting warmer...

and warmer...

over here! Nijntje in the Mechelen Grote Markt...

in a bunch of balloons...

she was even doing a spot of gardening!

Made it!

The exhibition was fantastic. Lots to look at and plenty of hands on activities for the children – it was incredibly difficult to drag the girls away.

Nijntje.

Olive and Edie designing outfits for Nijntje.

There was even a circus.

Olive telling the story of De Koning or The King.

Edie playing with the puppet theatre.

Not really that babyish after all!

We grabbed a late lunch at a nearby cafe then headed across the Grote Markt, back to where we’d parked the car. As we walked we noticed lots of people congregating on the square, many of the children dressed in costumes.

Something was definitely about to happen...

We asked someone what everyone was waiting for and were told that it was Mechelen Carnaval day and the parade was about to start. Perfect timing! And with the Miffy ears that they’d made at the exhibition, Olive and Edie even had their own costumes.

Twee kleine Nijntjes.

Not long after three o’clock the drums sounded and a town crier appeared, welcoming everyone at the top of his voice. The parade was a very odd mix of floats, displays and music – nowhere near the standard of what we experienced in Binche last year – but still lots of fun. Sweets were flung into the crowd from every float and Olive and Edie had a great time scurrying here and there to collect the fallen snoepjes.

The town crier hard at work.

There were some very funny sights.

Even a little bit of Carnaval Rio.

Olive and Edie's favourite float.

So the day that had started off pretty dismally turned out rather well. And Nijntje inspired me to dig out something I started making when I was pregnant with Edie…

must finish before leaving Belgium!

There are many more photos of the exhibition and the carnaval if you click on the Flikr link.

Hope everyone is well and a special Happy Birthday to James! xxx

Dinant

On Saturday morning we packed up the car and drove south into Wallonia, the French speaking region of Belgium. As it was the last couple of days of the crocus vakantie, and as Richard is heading to the States next weekend, we wanted to have a bit of a family holiday. Plus we wanted to get back into travelling more regularly in and around Belgium. Our travel in recent months was focused heavily on New York and then New Zealand, and as our time in Europe is not unlimited we need to keep on exploring.

Notre-Dame church and the Citadelle of Dinant.

About a ninety minute drive south of Antwerp, you will find the small town of Dinant. This very picturesque settlement stands on the east bank of the river Meuse. Dinant is dominated by the gothic style, black onion dome of Notre-Dame church, and also by the escarpment or Citadelle perched high on the rocks above the church.

The traditional sites of Dinant had to wait however as Richard was very keen for us to explore some of the surrounding countryside on our fietsen or bikes. Olive and Edie are always keen to travel this way and as I do a lot of cycling in Antwerp, I couldn’t see any reason why not to…I had of course forgotten one of the key differences between Flanders and Wallonia…hills!

All ready to explore.

"What was that? A climb akin to the Wadestown hill? Yep..sure..no problem...gulp!"

Because of the aforementioned hills, there was a lot of huffing and puffing and a fair amount of walking whilst pushing the bicycles, but what we got to see made it all worth it.

"Just a bit further Mum...honest!"

Such beautiful scenery - Wallonia has so many more wide open spaces.

The reward for yet another climb.

Of course the great thing about climbing hills is that you also get to go down them – heaps of fun, if not a tad scary, on the fietsen. No photos of this unfortunately – all energies focused on surviving downhill dash with child behind me!

We covered about a 20km loop then reattached the bikes to the car and headed for our hotel, Les Grisons. We had planned to drop off our stuff and head out again but lo and behold we switched on the television just as the England vs Wales rugby match began. To be honest I was glad of an excuse to rest my aching limbs and made good use of the bath whilst Richard revelled in England’s defeat.

Les Grisons - just outside of Dinant.

The couple of times we’ve been in Wallonia, I’ve had the opportunity to parlez-vous Francais and I made very good use of my high school French on this occasion. There was a mix up with our booking which led to me opening the door into an already occupied room. I had to go back to the main hotel, ask the daughter of the hotelier – about 10 years old and no English – to go and get papa and then explain that “il ya quelqu’un dans chambre dix-sept”. I managed to get everything resolved without resorting to English once – tres bien!

We dined at the hotel restauarant – very formal, very quiet, an older couple next to us who appeared to grimace every time Olive or Edie muttered a sound, very stressed out Mummy – you get the picture. Halfway through dinner, the daughter of the hotelier appeared and promptly had Olive and Edie under her spell. Despite the fact that she had no English and their French runs to “bonjour” and “on y va”, they got on like a house on fire. The older, grim faced gentleman asked me about the girls and turned out to be quite lovely. We had a little chat en francais and dinner suddenly got a whole lot more relaxed – phew!

Sunday was devoted to catching the telepherique or cable car up to the Citadelle, and exploring Grotte la Merveilleuse – a fantastic cave which is renowned for its frozen waterfalls, stalactites and stalagmites. We also drove through the Rocher Bayard, a pinnacle of rock which marks the most westerly point reached by German troops during the Ardennes offensive.

Rocher Bayard.

Quick photo opp whilst there was no traffic.

Looking down on Dinant from the Citadelle.

The escarpment. It's possible to walk up from the bottom - only 408 steps.

Descending into Grotte la Marveilleuse.

Frozen waterfalls.

Our wonderful guide who switched effortlessly between French, English and Dutch - amazing.

Olive and Edie, who’d had a very late Saturday night, were starting to fade by the time we reached the end of our tour of the cave, so we started to make for home. Whilst the girls slept, we took a slow drive home via Namur and Leuven – more places for us to come back and visit. Belgium is definitely underrated as a tourist attraction.

If you click on the link to my flickr photos you will see many more images of our visit to Dinant, plus you’ll also find out who is Dinant’s most famous son – your clue is Henry Mancini’s famous musical score, The Pink Panther.

And I’ve written captions for the photos too – all the more reason to check them out!

Until next time – au revoir!

Back

So we are back in Antwerp after a wonderful four weeks  in New Zealand. Yes the weather wasn’t great, but seeing family and friends more than made up for it. I was planning on blogging whilst I was away, but we were so busy and selfishly I didn’t want to give up any of my precious time to sit on a computer.

I found coming back harder than I’d anticipated. Richard went back to work, the girls went back to school and I felt thoroughly depressed! Fortunately I came home with season 1 and 2 of Downton Abbey on DVD, and used that as  medication to get me through 🙂

I’ve decided not to blog about our trip – what I’ve done is put a heap of photos on Flickr and written captions for all of them. If you’re interested click on the link and you’ll get a small taste of our trip home. If you click on the set entitled New Zealand the pictures will come up in roughly the right order.

At the end of our first week back in Belgium, we celebrated Edie’s fourth birthday. We threw together a party and Richard managed to do a great replica of the Minnie Mouse cake Edie saw on YouTube – for some reason my girls love watching cake decorating clips!

The master at work.

Stage two complete...

and now for the tricky bit!

The finished product - Edie proclaimed it "perfect!"

Edie modelling her birthday present.

Making the fruit kebabs.

Our house all dressed up for the party.

Pin the tail on the donkey was very popular.

Richard is travelling back to New Zealand on Sunday but is under strict instructions to be back in time for my official 40th in just over two weeks.

Wonder if he’ll make me a Minnie Mouse cake too?!

NYC Part 5

Our last day in New York was spent visiting the wonderful Metropolitan Museum of Art and then heading back to Brooklyn to explore the area known as Dumbo.

The Met is a renowned art museum, one of the largest art galleries in the world and home to more than two million works. Olive and Edie were very keen to check out the Egyptian rooms so this is where we began our visit. It was such a great collection of artifacts – including mummies – and the atrium like room set up with the remains of an Egyptian temple was just beautiful.

Outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Checking out the Egyptian artifacts.

A couple of old mummies!

So many interesting and beautiful objects on display.

The Met building itself is stunning.

Into the temple.

From there we wandered the halls and saw so many wonderful things – sculpture, paintings, architecture…it went on and on. We all thoroughly enjoyed it – the building itself is so beautiful and as for the museum shop…let’s just say I had to be extracted before another couple of hours went by!

A little bit of Tiffany.

Loved this Tiffany window - imagine that in your house!

The Met is right next to Central Park and just as you enter the park there is yet another great playground inspired by the ancient artifacts on display in the museum – lots of pyramid shapes – heaps of fun. We let the girls burn off some energy and then it was back to Whole Foods for lunch.

More gorgeous autumn colours at the Ancients playground.

We ventured back to Brooklyn, keen to explore the area known as Dumbo. Richard was sure the name must have something to do with the elephant Dumbo but it’s actually just an acronym for down under the Manhattan bridge overpass. Jerry Seinfeld was once quoted as saying that New Yorkers added the O because they didn’t want to have a neighbourhood called “Dumb”!

In Dumbo there is a great playground and a beautiful carousel fully enclosed in glass. Unfortunately it was closed but we spent a fair amount of time with our noses pressed up against the glass. We sat and watched the ferries and tug boats on the river, listened to the roar of the trains as they thundered across the bridge to and from Manhattan and laughed as Olive and Edie goofed around in the playground.

Dumbo.

Little Miss NYC at Brooklyn Bridge park.

Thanks to the trains roaring over the bridge, this was one of the noisiest parks I'd been in!

In Brooklyn Bridge Park browsing one of the several picture books I bought about NYC - for the girls of course!

The Dumbo carousel.

Dinner that night was at Grimaldi’s pizza under the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s a bit of a New York institution and we’d been warned that we might have to wait for a table. It was only 5pm so we thought we’d have no problem but discovered a queue of about ten people waiting to get in. As customers left the owner would emerge and invite the next punters in. Because there were four of us we managed  to jump the queue and were soon munching down on some traditional coal-fired thin crust pizza. It was appropriate that we should have pizza on our last night in Brooklyn – they say it’s where the best pizza in the world is found. Dessert was ice cream from the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory down by the water.

Waiting to get into Grimaldi's

It was worth the wait - yum!

Olive and Edie - crazy about New York City 🙂

And all too soon it was time to go home and pack and bid farewell to the big apple. It’s big and noisy and fast and intimidating – but wherever we went we met friendly people, got great service and just about every time we got on the subway at least one person got up and offered us their seat. In fact our only negative experience was the one I will describe below – as Richard said afterwards, “you have to put that in your blog!”

We’d emerged from a subway station and were a bit unsure as to which direction to take to reach Central Park. An older gentleman was walking in our direction – he looked a bit gruff but I stopped him and asked him which way we should head. After pointing us in the right direction he asked me where I was from and I noticed he spoke with a South African accent. I answered  “New Zealand” and he barked at me “you’re rugby team isn’t doing very well is it?” I was a bit stunned but laughed and said “we did just win the world cup!”,  at which he spat out “stole it you mean!” and stalked off.  We were gobsmacked! Going to New York you worry about being mugged or hassled on the street for money or being chased by an angry waiter for not tipping enough – being bullied for winning the Rugby World Cup can now be added to that list!

Right that is enough from me. If you haven’t already had a look you can see all our NYC pics by clicking on the link to my Flickr photos.

Thanks for sharing our New York adventures with us. It’s so nice to think that our next big adventure will be shared with so many of you in the flesh – Aotearoa here we come!

Roar! or NYC Part 3

My parents instilled in all of their children a love of music and whilst I didn’t learn an instrument, I love to sing. I was never going to be the next Celine Dion, but I can carry a tune and was in the choir right through primary and secondary school. Along with two very good friends of mine, who shall remain nameless, I had a lead role in the Sacred Heart and St John’s College production of Godspell in 1989. When working as a teacher I was always involved in the musical side of things – taking the middle school choir, helping direct productions and one year I wrote the lyrics for the 125th anniversary production of the school where I was working.

It’s no surprise then that I am a big fan of musical theatre. My younger sister and I used to entertain ourselves whilst doing the dishes by singing tunes from Phantom of the Opera. I’ve been lucky enough to see Phantom, Miss Saigon, Mama Mia! and Les Miserables – twice! So it would have been sacrilege for a show lover such as myself to go to New York and not make a trip to Broadway. Despite the array of choices – I would have loved to have seen Wicked or the Godspell production that has just opened, both written by Stephen Schwartz –  there was only one show that would do: The Lion King.

We bought the DVD of the Lion King for Olive shortly before she turned two, around the time that Edie was born. Olive loved the story and for her 2nd birthday Richard recreated a scene from the movie for her cake – I kid you not! We managed to find original Lion King figurines on ebay which the girls still play with today.

Our treasured collection of Lion King figurines.

Our DVD had an extra disc which had several short films all about the making of the stage version of The Lion King – Olive loved watching this almost as much as the movie, and this led to me borrowing the Broadway Cast recording from the library. (We eventually had to buy the CD from the library because we kept taking it out and Olive ripped the little booklet in half!)

Having that CD turned out to be a godsend. My wonderful second daughter was one of those babies who only napped three times a day, for 20 minutes at a time and I was finding everything pretty exhausting. The Lion King got us through those often challenging hours after Olive had woken from her afternoon sleep until it was time to start getting dinner ready.

Olive would line up her lion king figurines and an assortment of other plastic animals around the lounge, and we would recreate the opening Circle of Life scene with the stereo up really loud. Once Edie got to about 3 months old and was a bit more tolerant we’d get her to be baby Simba as Rafiki holds him aloft for all the animals to see. With my help, Olive would very carefully hold Edie and at just the right moment in the song, lift her skywards. Then we’d grab some balloons, turn the music up even louder and dance around to I Just Can’t Wait to be King. Edie’s version of dancing consisted of rolling from one side of the room to the other – we did our best not to step on her.

Our lounge windows faced onto the street and I’m sure there must have been many a puzzled passer by look in and wonder what on earth was going on. We didn’t care – we just kept on going crazy! During those mad afternoons I often used to wonder if I would ever get the chance to see the show – more specifically see it with the two fabulous girls I was having such a good time with. All I can say is – thank you Belgium!

It was never a realistic option to stand somewhere in NYC and watch for a glimpse of Richard as he sped past in the marathon so we figured a trip to the Lion King was a great way to use our time. We caught the subway to Grand Central Station and then changed to a train which took us to Times Square. We’d been in Times Square the day before and the girls got super excited when they glimpsed the huge advertisements for The Lion King. The Minskoff theatre was only a short walk from the subway although I was dismayed to see the entrance to the street blocked off by crime scene tape and several of New York’s finest telling us that we couldn’t go in. My heart sank – this was after our train broke down on the way into Manahattan – so I was beginning to think the Gods were against us. But then, only minutes after telling us it was no go, the tape was whisked away and we were allowed to walk to the theatre – huge sigh of relief from moi.

All dressed up for the theatre.

Inside we picked up tickets, bought programmes and headed up to the balcony to find our seats. It was a sell out and at exactly 1pm the lights went down, Rafiki stepped onto the stage and when I heard those opening cries from the Circle of Life chant…I burst into tears! Fortunately the girls were transfixed with the action on stage to notice  Mum blubbering next to them – let’s just say I had a bit of a moment – all you mums out there will understand 🙂

All ready to roar with Simba.

Inside the Minskoff Theatre.

The show was brilliant, lived up to all our expectations and the girls were caught in it’s magic for the entire two and a half hours. Poor Edie was desperate to go to the loo near the end but wouldn’t budge because “I don’t want to miss the show Mum!”

Just after the show - the smiles on their faces say it all - wow!

And it was really nice to leave the theatre on such a high and meet up with Richard, also on a pretty big high, and enjoy a celebratory dinner together.

Helping Dad celebrate at the Hard Rock Cafe - serious grooving was required!

Reading over this I seem to have written an essay rather than a blog post! Apologies everyone. As you can probably tell, the Lion King was my NYC highlight!

Hakuna Matata 🙂