I’ll pick up again where I left off last blog post.
We decided it was important to go to Holland with the boys
this summer, and not to cancel. It is very good for their language development,
and maybe even more important, for their “sense of belonging”. As they have
lived in so many countries, they have a problem with the question “where do you
come from?” Depending on who asks they come up with an answer. Thus, staying
with friends and family in Holland is a good way to get them a bit rooted in
the country that at least Romke and
I call home.
The boys and I flew to Brussels, Romke stayed in Doha and
traveled a bit later to Houston. My parents were extremely brave, they took our
wild boys for 4,5 days (remember, they only raised girls, and they will confirm
that boys are a totally different species). And I hopped on a plane to Houston
(luckily I could use Romke’s points, and flew business!!). I saw 27 houses in 2
days and then Romke looked at my top 3 during his lunch break on day 3. We made
an offer on one of those three and completed all the paperwork in a hurry and
flew back to Amsterdam together. Almost missed our flight, it really got me
worried. Some people complain about jetlags. Well I can tell you, even if I
wanted to have a jetlag there was just no time. Probably 2,5 day high on
adrenalin. The offer was accepted the next day when we were back in the
Netherlands. Oh and both nights we also had dinner appointments, one time with
Romke’s boss, and one time with a colleague and his family. They have kids at
the same school. Oh and we also visited a school. Looking back I don’t know how
we cramped it all in such a short time.
Back in Holland Romke stayed for a couple of days, flew to
Argentina for a training, came back for 2 days to Holland, and we all flew back
to Doha. Poor Romke has hardly had any holiday.
In the next post I will write about the house (mansion).
