And this time we took friends!
Last week after school let out, it seemed like a fine time to head to the beach. So we packed up our car (and Shawn’s sleek, shiny car top carrier) and headed back to the Belgian coast with our British friends. These folks have become like family to us since we’ve lived in Luxembourg.
We stayed in a cute little cottage in De Hann, Belgium and spent our days at the North Sea.
We had a very serious bocce ball tournament.
In French, they call it boules, which I think is funny because that’s the same word they use for scoops of ice cream.
The weather was perfect for kite flying.
And Hannah wore her daddy’s shirt when the evening air became chilly.
We ate dinner out, and grilled enough meat for six families on an itty, bitty disposable grill.
When it rained, we simply put panchos on the girls and continued our walk along the shore.
These two shared a room with bunk beds and spent hours working on their rainbow loom bracelets and necklaces, which they called “Scooby Doo’s,” and continually cheered, “We’re knitting for England!” and “We’re knitting for America!” and my favorite, “We’re knitting to save the world!”
For our last day, we crossed the border into Holland and rode bikes.
Shawn and Hannah did this:
I rode with Finn on the back of my bike. The lady at the bike rental place warned us that kids always cry when you put a helmet on them. Finley, however, loved it. He didn’t want to take it off.
As much as he loved the helmet, he apparently thought the rest of the bike ride was a snooze fest.
We stopped for lunch at a little café on the beach where the kids could play in the sand before and after we ate.
Before we knew it, it was time to head back to Luxembourg.
But one last thing: a group shot of the Brits and the Americans.
Because we were riding for England! Riding for America!
We were RIDING TO SAVE THE WORLD.