The last two weeks, I was on vacation with my Oma and Opa, my uncle, my aunt, and my three cousins. We traveled in the north of the Netherlands. The first place we stayed in was a resort, with a big swimming pool, restaurants, a bowling alley, an indoor playground, and trampolines. It also had a woodworking room, and a sewing room. We were at this resort for 2 1/2 days so there's not much to tell about it, though it did rain a lot . Anyway, the second place we stayed in was ALOT more interesting. We stayed at a little boating village, with canals running through people's back yards. Oma enrolled us in sailing class. The first day it was too windy to sail but the second day we got started. It's a lot harder to sail than it looks, and I nearly tipped over several times. It wouldn't matter though because I was soaked to the bone anyway due to the rain. First we learned how to rigg up the boat, which means put the sail, the sword, and the rudder in the boat, and how to take everything out again. All we did that first day was sail our boats in a figure eight. It was very thrilling, skimming across the water when I caught the wind, I did bump into other boats a little too often though... We did the same the second day, but that night we went with the sailing instructors and and the rest of the students to a survival course set over the water. It was a difficult ropes course and naturally I was sure I wouldn't fall in the water. I was wearing my 'nice' shoes and my rain jacket. Obviously I fell in about halfway through, while swinging on the Tarazan rope. The water was warm so I swam around a bit. I was more careful towards the end and only fell in one more time. Though I did jump in once or twice. It is actually quite thrilling to do an obstacle course over the water. You never know who will fall in, and when. At the end I was too impatient to wait for the boat to take us back to the main land, so I swam across the small canal with my cousins and brother. The next day it was SO windy at sailing class that Milo's boat tipped over and he ended up in the water. He was soaked, but ok. After that we left the boats and sat inside to study theory instead. Well everyone but Milo studied, he played an army game with his fingers on the table.
The next place we stayed in was on a Dutch vacation island called Terschelling. It has beautiful beaches, and one of the favorite things I did, was flying my kite. I had a simple diamond shaped, rainbow striped kite. But the string was really long, and it was fun to try and keep it in the air. I would attempt at doing gymnastics while still holding the kite in my hand. I haven't had a chance to fly it since we left but I can't wait to try.
We all rented bikes on the island, because no one drives a car, everyone bikes. We biked to the beach every day, to fly our kites and play in the sand. On one trip back from dowtown Terschelling, we had a big adventure. I wasn't actually biking back from dowtown, I was sitting on the back of my dads bike, and my mom and Oma, and Opa were walking behind us while Yanai and Milo biked next to us. Milo was in a mood for some reason, and he was biking straight into my dads bike so that the wheels touched . Yanai was trying to protect us by doing the same to Milo. Eventually Milo fell of his bike, but he was fine. He just had to readjust the bumper on his bike. So we turned into the hotel and I jumped of the back of the bike. 5 minutes later Oma, Opa and Mamma arrived. But Milo wasn't with them. I was starting to get a bit worried.
"Where's Milo?" Aba asked.
"I thought he was with you," Mamma replied.
Oh oh...
We all realized by then that Milo must have biked past the hotel or accidently biked the wrong. We all set out looking. I was stationed in front of the hotel with Opa. We were both worried sick, and barely said a word to each other. Suddenly a police car drove up to the hotel, I wasn't sure weather I was worried or relieved. Milo wasn't in the car but he was standing with a police man near the beach. Milo came back 10 minutes later safe and sound. More than safe and sound, he was exilihrated because the police had let him ride without a seatbelt. He even got to sit on a motor cycle. The next day the police brought us all hats with Police Kids written on them. It was definitely an adventure, and we made sure Milo rode in front of my dad the rest of the week.
I had a lovely vacation with my family and there were so many more adventures, both good and bad, that I didn't right about.
Dag,
Liv the Explorer
P.S. This blog is a week late. This week I traveled in Denmark. The two weeks before that was touring the Netherlands.
The next place we stayed in was on a Dutch vacation island called Terschelling. It has beautiful beaches, and one of the favorite things I did, was flying my kite. I had a simple diamond shaped, rainbow striped kite. But the string was really long, and it was fun to try and keep it in the air. I would attempt at doing gymnastics while still holding the kite in my hand. I haven't had a chance to fly it since we left but I can't wait to try.
We all rented bikes on the island, because no one drives a car, everyone bikes. We biked to the beach every day, to fly our kites and play in the sand. On one trip back from dowtown Terschelling, we had a big adventure. I wasn't actually biking back from dowtown, I was sitting on the back of my dads bike, and my mom and Oma, and Opa were walking behind us while Yanai and Milo biked next to us. Milo was in a mood for some reason, and he was biking straight into my dads bike so that the wheels touched . Yanai was trying to protect us by doing the same to Milo. Eventually Milo fell of his bike, but he was fine. He just had to readjust the bumper on his bike. So we turned into the hotel and I jumped of the back of the bike. 5 minutes later Oma, Opa and Mamma arrived. But Milo wasn't with them. I was starting to get a bit worried.
"Where's Milo?" Aba asked.
"I thought he was with you," Mamma replied.
Oh oh...
We all realized by then that Milo must have biked past the hotel or accidently biked the wrong. We all set out looking. I was stationed in front of the hotel with Opa. We were both worried sick, and barely said a word to each other. Suddenly a police car drove up to the hotel, I wasn't sure weather I was worried or relieved. Milo wasn't in the car but he was standing with a police man near the beach. Milo came back 10 minutes later safe and sound. More than safe and sound, he was exilihrated because the police had let him ride without a seatbelt. He even got to sit on a motor cycle. The next day the police brought us all hats with Police Kids written on them. It was definitely an adventure, and we made sure Milo rode in front of my dad the rest of the week.
I had a lovely vacation with my family and there were so many more adventures, both good and bad, that I didn't right about.
Dag,
Liv the Explorer
P.S. This blog is a week late. This week I traveled in Denmark. The two weeks before that was touring the Netherlands.