No Mothers no Pampers
A bit of a cryptical header today you would think. Nothing misterious about that, "No mothers no pampers" is the theme of the camping weekend that is being attended by Nora and Dennis while I am posting.
This event is organized by a bunch of Dutch dads living in posh suburban Brussels and missing their motherland and reliving their childhood with their kids.
Dennis and Nora are guest attendees being pulled in by my brother at last possible moment due to the late withdrawal of some other participants.
My borther is also an odd one in the bunch being Italian but, being Italian he is in charge of catering.
I found it a perfect arrangement, as most of you will know I hate camping but this is not a good reason to deprive my daughter of the experience. What a true win-win. I am sure she will love being there with her cousins.
Of course when I heard of the invitation a whole shopping frenzy grew wild in me, never going camping also means that we do not have any equipment (well my husband still has stuff from his obscure and forgotten past), certainly Nora did not have much.
I had two days to put together the complete gear for the weekend, I was willing to purchase everything needed but I had my resistances in purchasing a tent that might be used only once. Of course living in the Netherlands should have been possible to find somebody kind enough to lend us a tent for the weekend. It was indeed not too difficult, our neighbours were happy to oblige. Pity that their son in bringing back the tent that was destined to us rear ended his father's car causing quite some damage. Dennis and Nora witnessed the whole incident but cleverly decided to retreat when they started seeing steam coming out of the neighbours hears.
Being the only Dutch attendees that actually reside in the Netherlands Dennis and Nora were asked to bring Hagelslaag and Vlokken with them, typical dutch breakfast delicacy that cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
When they left this morning you would have thought that they were leaving for an around the world trek instead on a night out in Mol (Belgium, just acrocc the border from Eindhoven). Nora kept repeating "No mothers no pampers" as a mantra. What a brilliant theme! Being rid of obnoxious wifes and demanding babies in one go. It does not surprise me that this event is already more than ten years old. They would not miss it for the world.
This event is organized by a bunch of Dutch dads living in posh suburban Brussels and missing their motherland and reliving their childhood with their kids.
Dennis and Nora are guest attendees being pulled in by my brother at last possible moment due to the late withdrawal of some other participants.
My borther is also an odd one in the bunch being Italian but, being Italian he is in charge of catering.
I found it a perfect arrangement, as most of you will know I hate camping but this is not a good reason to deprive my daughter of the experience. What a true win-win. I am sure she will love being there with her cousins.
Of course when I heard of the invitation a whole shopping frenzy grew wild in me, never going camping also means that we do not have any equipment (well my husband still has stuff from his obscure and forgotten past), certainly Nora did not have much.
I had two days to put together the complete gear for the weekend, I was willing to purchase everything needed but I had my resistances in purchasing a tent that might be used only once. Of course living in the Netherlands should have been possible to find somebody kind enough to lend us a tent for the weekend. It was indeed not too difficult, our neighbours were happy to oblige. Pity that their son in bringing back the tent that was destined to us rear ended his father's car causing quite some damage. Dennis and Nora witnessed the whole incident but cleverly decided to retreat when they started seeing steam coming out of the neighbours hears.
Being the only Dutch attendees that actually reside in the Netherlands Dennis and Nora were asked to bring Hagelslaag and Vlokken with them, typical dutch breakfast delicacy that cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
When they left this morning you would have thought that they were leaving for an around the world trek instead on a night out in Mol (Belgium, just acrocc the border from Eindhoven). Nora kept repeating "No mothers no pampers" as a mantra. What a brilliant theme! Being rid of obnoxious wifes and demanding babies in one go. It does not surprise me that this event is already more than ten years old. They would not miss it for the world.
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