Dácil on the road

14 08 2016

We’ve always done our travelling in a straight forward, no-nonsense kind of way. Before kids, after kids and even with Dácil.

For Dácil we have a long history of inventing al sorts of useful and not so useful stuff… We have at home many items of vague quality which we’ve tried and thrown away almost inmediately. On the other hand there are items which we’ve used until she’s outgrown them, much to our regret.

The trip to Amsterdam gave me many a sleepless night on how to deal with transportation within the city. Bikes would be best, but she’s too big for a regular children’s seat in the back and I’m not sure if she’d be comfortable enough to not try to get out of it, which would turn every ride into a nightmare.

Her regular stroller, the one we normally use in Tenerife, is big, heavy and bulky. I wouldn’t be able to strap it to a bike… It’s perfect for a car boot, but not for Amsterdam. So first we needed a new stroller, we bought a MacLaren Major which folds like a regular MacLaren, only it’s a bit bigger and can hold Dácil’s weight easily. It arrived 3 days before our trip… Tight but in time.

And here in Amsterdam we rented a bakfiets which seats Dácil perfectly, with the stroller and her rucksack.

Dácil loves the wind, the noise, the bumping around on uneven canals…

We asked a tourist at the Vondelpark to take a picture of the four of us.


Yone’s first Whopper

5 08 2016

I remember my first Whoppper.

It seems pretty daft, superficial, uninteresting, but I vividly remember eating my first Whopper.

I was 9. We were on holiday in Canada. We went to the wedding of my mother’s niece to which we, as it turned out, weren’t actually invited or even welcome for that matter. My mother’s uncle emigrated to Canada many years before and his daughter was getting married. We spent some time with him in Montreal and then moved on to Toronto to visit my father’s best friend who left Amsterdam  in the 50’s.

I can’t remember why we decided to eat at the Burger King, it must have been one of those exotic things to do as fast food and hamburgers had not settled yet in Dutch every day life.

I was completely overwhelmed by the taste, and so was my mother. My father was not impressed at all and we didn’t manage to talk him into stopping at the Burger King for a second time…

There is a Burger King outside the cinema here at the mall in La Orotava. Yone and I went to watch the BFG. One of our favourite Roald Dahls. We don’t go to the cinema very often. It’s quite expensive and all films are dubbed in Spanish. But its summer holidays, exeptions are made. And after the film Yone sunk his teeth into his first Whopper.