Well, I arrived home on Wednesday 14th May, after a 24 hour journey, which went very well. Incidentally for those who feel Australia is too far away, or conversely, Europe is too far away, it really is only ONE day of your life to get there. Just 24 hours. OK, it might be a little annoying to hang in the sky for 21 hours (with a 3 hour break in Singapore) but hey, in 1957 it took our family 6 weeks to travel from Holland to Sydney in a refurbished troop carrier without stabilizers. It included 14 days on the Indian Ocean between Capetown and Fremantle, a very frightening storm in the Great Australian Bight and lots of seasickness before we finally and safely docked in Sydney to begin our Australian life. But that's another story, maybe a story for another blog...
|The garden is growing like crazy!|
|A typical Dutch evening meal of veggies and oh! meat. :-)|
On Sunday afternoon we visited our friend Sita at Bruekelen once again. She cooked us a delicious typical Dutch meal of vegetables and meat. If you ask a Dutch person what they had for dinner, they will name a vegetable eg: we had (green) beans,whereas an Aussie will always name the cut of meat they had.
|With Sita at her home|
|So much stuff to pack!|
|Last coffees at Schiphol Airport|
A final wave after going through customs and I was on my own to find my flight departure gate. The flight was slow to get off the ground and left about 45 minutes after scheduled because of the heavy airport traffic. The flight to Singapore went well.. I watched 3! movies! and they certainly keep you occupied by feeding you well! Singapore air staff are just wonderful and look after everyone with such patience and lovely smiles. After a three hour stopover in Singapore I was off to Brisbane at last.
We headed to Tonia's house for tea/coffee and lots of happy laughter, chatting and giving out my souvenirs. Happy and tired we headed off to finally be home and in my own bed!
|My beautiful family|
It's a week on now and I'm still trying to get over my jet lag. Hope it goes away soon, because I'm really tired of falling asleep at inappropriate times of the day.
I'm back at work and driving my lovely special needs boys to and from school again. So all is just about back to normal routine.
And with that, I will put this blog to bed. For good.
It's been an amazingly wonderful journey.
It was a journey of many emotions, and some of these were:
- The first time I saw the Dutch flag flying high in the sky above Keukenhof gardens.
- The first strains of the St Matthew's Passion in a beautiful old Amsterdam church
- Walking through my home town
- When I heard the pipe organ played by my second cousin Klaas, especially for me, in my childhood church
- Meeting up with family members and old friends after many decades
- Travelling through the flat Dutch landscape with its many waterways, green meadows, church steeples, dairy cows, sheep, windmills and quaint houses
- Walking among the throng of celebrating thousands in Amsterdam on the first ever King's Birthday
- Coming back a second time to my hometown to attend morning church service. So special
- Standing in the building which was once my home. The place where I was born
- The kindness of everyone I met. It was overwhelming. Simpy wonderful
"I feel rather teary as I write this (I even had a little cry during the night) - after all, this quaint country was also once my home and I reckon my roots are actually pretty deep, deeper than I thought."
Will I return once more?
Only time will tell...
Hugs and love to all my readers.