I think I was doomed from the start: both my mom and dad have severe cases of wanderlust. They passed it both down to me. It was pretty obvious I'd become like them: a few minutes after I was born, when my mom held me for the very first time, I escaped from her hold and explored the bed. A few months later my parents took me to Madeira to see how I'd handle flyinh....
'Mom!' A few weeks ago I stormed down the stairs and into the garden. 'Mom, Phineas and Ferb has ended!' My mom looked up from her work in the garden and said: 'It's still on tv.' 'It ended in America!' 'So?' 'What so?' 'You haven't seen the show in years.' I didn't say anything. I turned around and went back upstairs to watch the final Phineas and Ferb episode. My mom didn't understand. This was...
Back in December I became one of the many, many dangers on the European roads: after months of driving lessons I finally got my driver's license. At first driving wasn't much fun, because I'd learned to drive in a tiny Volkswagen. That tiny Volkswagen was abut half the size of the bright red tank my Dad calls his car. Learning to drive our Fiat was disastrous... Lucky for me my Granddad is awesome enough to...
This morning at 7.53am I officially turned 19. In those 19 years on this little pretty planet I learned a lot of seemingly important things, which I'd love to share with you today. Here are my 19 'important' life lessons! 1: Fire is very hot and should not be touched The first very important life lesson I learned was a painful one. On my first birthday my mom gave me cake with a candle on...
Literally months ago Dian from The Happy Candle nominated me for the Liebster Award. I wasn't sure if I was going to accept, because I've done a little too many Liebster Award posts throughout the years. But then I looked at Dian's post and I wasso impressed by the creative twist she'd given it that I couldn't help but accept. One of the other people who'd been nominated (back then known as Neal Kind) also...
It happens at the most unexpected moments: when I'm in the cookie aisle in the supermarket, when I'm walking in the park or when I open an old book. A smell, a sound, a sudden movement in the corner of my eye. The memories immediately come rushing back, as if a dam in my mind has just broken. Novato. The memories take me back to Novato, California, where I spent most of my childhood summers....
It's been 2.5 years since I threw my pencils down in art class. I was done with explaining where my inspiration came from (apparently Harry Potter isn't inspirational enough). I was tired of using materials I didn't want to use (apparently using pencils was too boring and easy). But most of all I was tired of the disapproving looks my teacher shot me every time I drew something in my manga-like style. I didn't touch...
Summer 2001. Somewhere in France dozens of cyclists are making their way towards Paris, all hoping to bring the yellow jersey home. Hundreds of kilometers away, in the Dutch polder, a little blonde girl is staring at the cyclists of the Tour de France as they fly by on the television screen in front of her. Her green eyes are wide with wonder and excitement as she witnesses mass sprints, crashes and drug scandals unfold...
You've probably seen reviews of this book pop up in our part of the blogosphere lately. Bryleigh from A Little Yarn Blossom and I also got the chance to review this book, but we decided to shake things up a little and do a discussion style post instead of a review! My commentary is written in blue, Bryleigh's is written in purple. Enjoy! Let's see if I can tell you about the plot without using...
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