I'm back! The last 6 weeks were weirdly chaotic- in the midst of dental surgeon visits, a last minute trip to Switzerland, celebrating awesome people's birthdays while partially looking like the swollen version of Harry Potters' Aunt Marge, I had a mini writers block and total lack of concentration. Very annoying. But I'm back! I promise to post new blogs weekly again, got a lot of stories in my head waiting to be written down- like the time I decided to jump off a mountain (with a parachute) on Friday the 13th and looked like Bridget Jones trying to land gracefully. Or the time my brother and I had a ski lesson from a very tan guy who kept losing me along the way down. Or maybe about hydrospeeding in Chile when the river was a lot wilder than I hoped?
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Like I said, I've got some typing to do! But first a quick update about the last few weeks...   

A few years ago my mother and I spend a weekend in Milan, eating & shopping our way through the city. On our last night we had a lovely dinner with lots of wine, the Best Tiramisu I've Ever Had and a (very) handsome (young) waiter with a great accent who was (unsuccessfully) trying to convince my mother to marry him and take him back to the Netherlands in her suitcase. She will probably deny this ever happened and say it was me he was after. He wasn't.
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We decided to take a taxi back to the hotel and luckily didn't have to wait at all; the first taxi we saw hit the brakes and stopped next to us. The driver was a man in his sixties, very Italian, very kind and happy to drive us even though it was only 400 meters (something to blame on me wearing very high heels and drinking prosecco all day long). We got into the backseat of the car and the driver kept looking and smiling at us through his rear-view mirror, trying to communicate but our Italian is pretty much only Food & Wine-related... apart from those topics we're totally clueless. His English was slightly better than our Italian so he felt confident enough to give it a try anyway.

He looked at me in the review-mirror and then at my mom, asking her very seriously  'Is He your child?'
My mom responded with her perfect English accent (think Stewie Griffin from the Family Guy) 'Well yes, SHE is my child!'
He said 'Oh!', looked over his shoulder and said and nearly yelled

'You have a BEAUTIFUL son!'

I silently promised him I'd pass on the compliment to my unsuspecting brother...

So... Here we are, finally! Super excited to share some parts of my life with you! I'll write about my travels, favorite foods, recipes & other weird stories- I promise I won't be oversharing (much). I have a 'gift' of getting myself in quite a lot of weird situations on a daily base, my clumsiness & awkwardness aren't helping. Strange dates like the guy carrying a suitcase- exactly big enough to carry a male hipbone, mysterious neighbours that steal bbq's and a b*tch from Brazil trying to frame me (& subsequently spending a day at a police station on a n island in Brazil with nobody speaking English), I've seen it all - don't worry, I'm sure this will all happen again in the near future.

I love writing and reading and am currently enrolled at the Schrijversvakschool in Amsterdam to help me put my words and stories on paper. It's a lot of fun (and hard work), I'm learning a lot and fiiinally found the motivation -and courage- to go 'public' (yay). I've even joined the Tweeting population (My mother was on Twitter way before me. Seriously.). I'm still figuring out how Instagram works, 'cause 'Gramming is apparently the way to go- I blame my lack of social media skills on the suspicion that I'm an old soul, I'll get there (eventually).
                    
I'd love to hear from you!