It was -12 this morning. And a clear blue sky.
So the light was beautiful—a perfect reason to go outside.
For the kids to go sledding on a thin layer of snow.
For me to take pictures.
Berlin School
We’ve already come a long way.
Time is flying by; we’re trying to keep up and are picking up the pace.
Gosh, where do the days, weeks, and months go? I really have no idea.
It was summer just a moment ago; then the leaves suddenly turned orange, and now the streets and parks are littered with everything that was just hanging from the trees.
And we’re busy with school.
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I took this photo last October. It was at Bienenfarm Airport in Brandenburg, west of Berlin, when we were about to take a sightseeing flight in a Cessna. In the background is an old Antonov, a beautiful red gleaming in the sun. And it matched my son’s hat so well.
Continue reading “Antonov”There Are Nice Germans Out There: My Pharmacist!
Berlin is just a village.
That’s nothing new; in fact, it’s a collection of many little villages. That’s how the city grew—it all started in the Nikolaiviertel. The village of Cölln and the village of Berlin were connected by a bridge, and just like that, there was a city. More and more villages (neighborhoods) came to be part of it. They all grew together. People who don’t venture outside their own neighborhood call it a “Kiez” and behave pretty much the same as someone from a Dutch, English, or French village. Dorf. Village.
Continue reading “There Are Nice Germans Out There: My Pharmacist!”1 year
I saw the photo again recently. It showed me sitting behind my familiar desk in Utrecht. “Quotenknaller”—that was the name of my shift on my last day. With the news hot on our heels—as soon as a story came in, we’d call, call, call, and ask for a response. We’d type up the scripts and hear them back in the news bulletin just a moment later. Not exactly a laid-back last day, but still a very straightforward task, with me in my element, at the helm, everything under control—whatever you want to call it. Professional ease. That’s how it often felt. And on that day, too.
Continue reading “1 year”Intensive Cycling
I’m not really the fanatic type. Well, at least not for very long at the beginning. Then all of a sudden I want to learn to play the piano or study medicine. My mind races with enthusiasm. But after five minutes, the idea dies a quiet death. Even though it did feel serious for just a moment.
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Views of green grass, blue sea, and sand as far as the eye can see.
Gathering around the table at the home of good friends.
Biking to the Amsterdamse Bos, eating ice cream—even if it’s still too cold for that.
Stretching out your legs in a mobile home with orange flags.
Continue reading “Getting Used to It”Art, history, or Disney?
In Berlin, you never really know for sure.
Is it art?
History?
Or marketing?
Continue reading “Art, history, or Disney?”Ice Fever
I thought I had a good idea.
Simple, but those are often the best. In the Netherlands, there have been skating reports on TV for a whole week now. How thick the ice is. When you can skate on it. Which city is hosting the first marathon on natural ice. What the ice masters have to say about it. Which ice rinks have been ruined by salt. How they’re doing everything in their power to blow the snow off the ice. How people end up under the ice. How skating tours are canceled because skaters fall through the ice (which just happened in Overijssel).
Continue reading “Ice Fever”Still quiet (for just a moment)
There are already more than 20 million overnight stays per year. And the number keeps growing.
Tourists love Berlin.
The British, Dutch, and Americans are the most frequent visitors. (No less than 10% more Dutch visitors than last year. Could it have something to do with our move? We’ve already had lots of visitors, :-).
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