The route the wishes the possibilities

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Well, we may have decided on the trip, the country and a timeline, we also need to define the route and make sure that some of the wishes really are fulfilled and we give ourselves extra opportunities and cover the weather conditions. Do we have enough places to visit if wet, cold, hot or otherwise? What is NOT to be missed? 

Like all good plans, as long as one stays flexible then everything is possible and disappointments minimal. Well that’s the theory. I am writing this sitting in the communal lounge-bar entrance area of the holiday village Madame Vacances in Trébas. Our 7th address to date. I can recommend this address as a place to stay. So far we have ticked off - the coast as I wished, mainly too because it contained areas of interest for me. I have nurtured a desire to visit Dunkirk and Normandy since a child- weird dream possibly but the history lessons I received made these places intriguing. The information must have triggered something in me that the seed was sown. I’ve watched movies like Churchill, Dunkirk and the like which only made the wish even stronger. Not unimportant too, was that we had spent many a summer holiday in France with the caravan…mainly inland, it was time for some coastal views. In 2019 we travelled south through the middle so that area too we had visited quite intensively ( links to the 2019 Playlist below). To follow the coast down to Souin, just before the Spanish border in the Pyrenees, was our main challenge to fill as far as the program was concerned. The holiday address Leen found for us there was about 20km out of Lourdes. Another wee back of my mind- please may I visit Lourdes at some stage of my life wish! We made this come true..

The Pyrenees was Leen’s wish. He just loves the mountains, the crevices, the gorges and the atmosphere this area brings. In 2019, the Alps featured as the ‘high in the sky’ part of the programme. So the Pyrenees was the distance as far down as we would travel. Any further and we’d be crossing the border into Spain. The slightly touching on the 2019 experience- our way up would be sort of through the middle. My dream to visit the Roquefort Cheese caves came to play.

Wine area, cheese, snow, Tour de France routes - you couldn’t get more French than that if you tried!

France here we come: Viva la France! 

Be good - be kind - keep smiling

The link to my YouTube channel

Re-Tour de France 2022

Aftellen - the countdown continues!

Het aftellen in weken is begonnen- nog 12 weken en dan zit 'Omaverweg' in een vliegtuig en komt ze steeds dichterbij. Ik krijg er zo af en toe de kriebels van. Je zou denken dat ik nooit eerder zo'n reis hebt gemaakt. Het gevoel doet mij denken aan het moment dat mijn jongste zoon vader werd voor de tweede keer.

Ik was bij een boek presentatie en had mijn telefoon op 'trillen' gezet omdat ik de toespraken niet wilde storen maar ook het bericht van mijn zoon niet wilde missen. Het moment was al aangebroken dat het elke moment geboren kon worden. En ja hoor- net op het moment de de schrijver zijn boek ging overhandigen aan de aangewezen 'eerste' ontvanger, trilde mijn telefoon.

Ik liep snel uit de zaal en drukte op de groene knop. In het Engels brabbelde ik van vreugde met mijn zoon - en feliciteerde ik hem en zijn partner met de geboorte van hun dochter. De opluchting en vreugde was zo groot dat de tranen over mijn wangen liepen terwijl ik jubelent hen toesprak. In de zaal waar ik mij bevond zou de receptie gehouden worden. Er liepen mensen rond die van alles aan het voorbereiden waren. Iemand tikte mij op mijn schouder- en vroeg of er iets aan de hand was.

Met bevende stem vertelde ik over de geboorte - en dat het zo ver weg was dat ik er niet bij kon zijn. Meerdere mensen ( vooral vrouwen) kwamen erbij staan en ik deed in kort mijn verhaal- Er kwam een glas wijn aan want hier moest op gedronken worden. Toen de vraag: " is dit uw eerste kleinkind mevrouw?" Nou nee, de 8ste! Maar het blijft spannend, mooi en emotioneel was mijn antwoord. Een jongere vrouw die erbij was komen staan zei, " Oh dat belooft wat dan. Mijn dochter is net zwanger van de eerste. Ga ik me dan elke keer zo voelen?"

En zo voel ik de emoties en voorbereidingen van deze reis. Het blijft mooi, emotioneel en spannend. Elke keer weer.

Kids, oma komt eraan hoor! Ik ben er helemaal klaar voor.

It is January 2017. I can finally start the countdown in weeks instead of months. Another 12 weeks and I will be winging my way Down Under to hug and hold those dear to me. I can't wait and the excitement is building. Anyone would think this is a trip of a lifetime- that I haven't been to see my children and  grandchildren before. Nothing is further from the truth. I have had a number of trips to visit them since my return to Nederland in 2000. The excitement is as precious and present as in the previous preparation times before my intended flights. I am reminded of another precious moment which illustrates this even more.

A few years ago I attended a book presentation in Nederland whilst knowing my daughter in law had started labour in Aotearoa. For obvious reasons I was not able to be there for them- but to be able to be in touch was as precious to me so I made sure I wouldn't miss the phone call once the baby was born. I placed the phone in my bra and had the settings on tremble. There was no way I was going to miss this precious call. As 'fate' would have it, right at the moment of presentation of the book, the phone went.

I hurried out the room into the reception area and took the call. Teary and emotional I spoke with my son and partner- a wee daughter had been born to them. All was well. After some more information and the call being ended I felt a tap on my shoulder. One of the woman who was responsible for the reception asked me if anything was wrong. I assured her my tear streaked cheeks were happy ones and explained what had happened. A wine glass was pressed into my hands and all of a sudden I was toasting my granddaughter's arrival with total strangers. One of the women asked, " is this your first grandchild?" to which I replied, " no, my 8th. But no matter how many, the joy, emotions and experience stays special." She told me then, that her daughter was pregnant with her first (grand) child and she was happy to know that each subsequent birth could bring as much joy as the first.

And that's my experience with my impending journey. The previous ones brought as much joy, anticipation and nervousness as this one does.

Onward and upward- the countdown continues. Omaverweg- is getting ready to go!