A special weekend in Cowra, Australia – with parents

The way Papa  likes to decide where to go on a weekend trip sometimes is to take Google Maps and draw the pointer away from where we are until he finds a place that seems like a feasible drive. Four hours in a car is pretty doable for me. I can entertain myself by pointing out stuff I know, singing some songs, practice my counting, having a few snacks and taking a nap. While in Australia Papa drew a line from Bondi Beach where we were staying to Cowra, NSW. A four hour drive.


Papa’s way of planning a roadtrip

The drive itself was beautiful. We drove through the Blue Mountains and it was very nice. I have to admit I did fell asleep for part of it. Once we got through the mountains we reached rolling hills with lots of farmland. That meant I could play one of my games; NAME THAT FARM ANIMAL! There were more cows and sheep than I thought existed and I made sure I pointed them all out.

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The colours of Bondi Beach – with parents

Bondi Beach is full of colour.

Bondi Beach is full of colour

I was just over two years old when we stayed in Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia for a few weeks. During that time I was working on learning my colours. Colours are interesting. They aren’t things, like a cow or a truck. They’re about the way things look like and it’s a lot harder to learn than you might expect. And Papa is teaching me in Dutch and Mama in English complicating things further. I’m just picking one for now and worry about the translation later.

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Public art on the Vancouver seawall with parents

Mari and the Olympic Cauldron

The Olympic Cauldron was built for the Olympic Games. Loooong before I was born.

Earlier this summer we were in Vancouver, Canada. There’s nothing like summer in Vancouver. When Papa comes home from work I just yell “FIETS”, that’s Dutch for “bike”, until he takes me. Sometimes that involves throwing some toys around for dramatic effect. I get timeouts for that but it’s an investment that pays off because we usually end up going.

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