Geplaatst door Juan op 27-03-12 om 21:45
it should only take 9. And once the ialfmy rolls out of the warm and smelly car there's still a tent to pitch and matrasses to inflate. It's saturday morning, everyone's exhausted and if the kids dare wake up dad before it's 4 pm there will be hell to pay. I cannot imagine anyone in their right mind going out for groceries to cook up their take on the local cuisine. Which rarely disappoints a cultured adult, but will spazz out anyone under 16 years of age. But that is thankfully all going to wait until monday because mom brought enough food to last the two days until stores open again on monday morning for fresh baguettes and camembert.This brings me to the third type of stockpile wedged in a corner of the trunk: Hagelslag en pindakaas. Unless someone at the enclave' was smart enough to bring enough to start up a small business you will not find hagelslag or pindakaas (Dutch peanutbutter, (or any other kind)) in a French supermarket. That's why keeping your kids occupied while you hunt down the stuff you CAN get is easy if you ask them to find some more pindakaas in the common mega'stores that resemble a Wall Mart scaled down by about a third.I hope I managed to keep SOMEONE interested long enough to read this all the way down. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I do.To summarise my thoughts on the actual blog post: I agree a lot of us like to go to particular places together' either to keep a sense of security or simply to hide from the inevitable awkward moment when we don't speak the local native language. There are some odd things going on in our heads I agree. But I will defend my pride as a Dutchman when someone implies a very practical and undeniably necessary precaution against whining kids is just a cheap way to save money.
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