We’ve been to Zeeland on holiday many times as a family when I was young. I loved it there. The sea, the beach, the landscape.

A few years ago we went back.  Again I loved it. I’m sure we’ll be back again in the years to come. Not sure when, but we’ll go back.

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Christmas Wreath

Ever since I got my own place I’ve had a Christmas wreath on the front door. It’s been the same one for well over ten years and it’s become very tatty in those years. Ornaments kept falling off and the whole whing changed colour. So last year I decided it was time for a new one.
But apparently it’s hard to find a nice Christmas wreath which can go outside. I haven’t been able to find a nice one at a reasonable price.

A few days ago I was scouring the internet again and found a nice one made from ornaments, mainly balls. I thought I could make something like that myself.
Today, I had a go at it. And I think it looks really good.

Lights on

What you need:

  • Straw wreath (mine was 30 cm diameter)
  • Ribbon
  • lots of ornaments, both mini and midi (I used about 140)
  • String of beads (about 6 meters)
  • Battery powered LED lights (20 a string)
  • Glue gun
  • Glue sticks

Begin with placing the ribbon around the wreath and glue it in place.  Place some ornaments on the outside, spaced at regular intervals. Then, begin filling it up. Place the lights in where you want as you are placing the ornaments. I kept turning the lights on to see if I liked the placing of them. Try to fill most of the holes with balls or other ornaments you like. Don’t worry about the smaller holes. The can be filled with beads.
Glue the beads to the ornaments to prevent them from dropping off when you hang your wreath. The last thing you do is glue the batteries to the back of the wreath.

It’s really that simple. I love how my wreath has turned out and I’m amazed that I can make such a lovely thing as I’ve never been this creative before…

lights off

You can also use this as a table decoration. You can make it as big as you want, simply by using a bigger wreath. But make sure you’ve bought enough ornaments. I’ve ended up driving back to the shop a second time, as I didn’t even buy enough for half of the wreath…

Can we please go home?

I’ve never really liked travelling. The mere thought of airplanes scare me. The different wildlife (spiders, snakes) scares me. Thus I’ve never been far away from home.

When I was 14 we went on a schooltrip to Luxembourg. It scared me. I had to be away from my parents for 5 days, sleeping in the same room, it turned out to be the same bed, with a classmate I didn’t like. No teachers around me that I trusted.
The thought of not having enough medication on me scared me. The thought of not being able to travel home when I wanted scared me.
It turned out not to be so bad.

We had to be at school on monday, at 6 AM. This was hard for most of my classmates and at least one of them missed the bus. The first part of our trip was to a vulcanic lake. I can’t remember where exactly it was and Google brings me no further. We were allowed to swim in the lake, but one of our teachers scared us by saying it was incredibly deep.

The next stop was at a chairlift. It almost went straight up and I think it might have been in Cochem, Germany.

After this my memories are a bit foggy. This because of the damp surroundings and altitude. It made me have multiple asthma attacks for the rest of the trip.

The things I can remember are a trip to Bastogne, where we went to the Bastogne War Museum. I loved it there (pretty weird thing to say about a war museum) and I was so annoyed by my classmates not listening to the stories and not paying attention and fooling around.
We also had a walk through the Müllerthal, which I liked, as my last name is Muller. I remember this day clearly as I thought I had a good day, without Asthma attacks. But halfway in the walk the hills began to climb very steeply and I almost couldn’t manage. I remember classmates helping me up and teachers carrying me. But the views… The views were amazing!

The rest I really can’t remember. This trip was the furthest I’ve ever been from home. I’d like to do it again with Jay, but I’m scared of being away from home, to places I don’t know. Most of the holidays we took together we went home early because I didn’t want to stay another minute…

Garmin Nuvi 2547LM GPS, a bad choice…

Last week, we set out on our holiday. We had a 300 km trip in front of us. I wanted a different route than our old (and trusted) GPS gave us. Choosing a different route was rather hard to do. So Jay decided it was time to upgrade our GPS to a new one.

After reading through dozens of reviews about various systems he chose The Nuvi 2547LM by Garmin. The reviews were all very cheering, so we thought we had a great new GPS.


We had some trouble getting it set up. But we’d expected that. After all, it was a new GPS unit and we had never used it before.
After the initial problems getting the right route back home we set off, car full of luggage and great expectations from the new GPS.

We hit the first problem only 17 km in, when we had to stop for gas. It had a hard time figuring out where we were and it wanted me to take a u-turn where no u-turn could be made. After that it placed us on various different roads, none the road we were actually on. It gave us very confusing messages. It told us to go right where we should have gone left. It also, somehow, gave us an entirely different route as the one we selected.

This meant I suddenly was stuck in very heavy traffic. And I don’t like very heavy traffic. The route we selected is a highway with not too much lanes. The GPS landed me on a highway with 7 lanes. This meant I got stressed to a point where I had to stop and Jay had to take over. I couldn’t drive any further as I was too stressed out. Jay was too ill to drive, really.

The GPS then decided we had to take the exit ramp of the highway we were on, cross the junction, on to the highway entrance and then drive further along the highway we were on. Talk about bad advice…

I then had enough of the bloody thing. We made sure to actually follow the signs instead of the GPS. Which, of course, then decided to finally work properly.

But I have lost my trust in this GPS. In fact, I lost trust in Garmin all together. We’ll be sending the unit back to the shop we bought it from and I’ve asked Jay to find a GPS unit from a different brand.
Which is a shame, as the screen was very clear. Even the person in the passenger seat will have no trouble reading it. It also had nice and clear maps with adequate information and the directions were made on time (this was a problem with the old unit).

But all in all I don’t believe Garmin makes great GPS systems and I can’t understand how everyone is so cheering about this particular unit…

The smell of my childhood holidays

What I remember most from my childhood holidays is the smell of petrol when we were in the back of the camping site owner’s GMC. On our way to the beach. Or on a dropping. In the middle of the night, in the back of a GMC is something special. Not knowing where we were going. Not knowing what lay ahead of us. It was exciting!


When we got to our destination we were greeted by the smell of the camping site owner’s pipe tobacco. He had a special brand and it smelled so sweet, so good. It’s a smell that you don’t find a lot. Whenever I smell it I’m back on the camping site. The owner is somewhere close. He must be, because I can smell his tobacco.


We’ve been on that same camping site for years and years. It has been my get away for all those years. I loved going there. But I haven’t been there for 12 years. Ever since the new owner took over.

This year is the first year we are going back to the area. Not the camping site, I’ve chosen a different camping site. But we are going back in 17 days. I can’t wait.
And I will be on the smell-out for that particular smell of his pipe tobacco. I should be able to find him if he still is smoking his pipe. I know I can find him through his smell.

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