So here we are, in our fourth and final instalment of our European memoirs. Still in Paris, we found ourselves fully embracing our inner tourists, and what better place to do this than than the Eiffel Tower! We all went right to the top. … How many kids did we bring again? Memoirs of our European adventure – PART FOUR
So here we are, in our fourth and final instalment of our European memoirs. Still in Paris, we found ourselves fully embracing our inner tourists, and what better place to do this than than the Eiffel Tower! We all went right to the top. … 
So it turns out that English isn’t the only language spoken in the world. While you may know this in your head, you really don’t know it in your heart of hearts until you’ve been shopping in a European supermarket. We were travelling on a budget, so there was certainly no sitting at restaurants and pointing to the menu and hoping for the best. … 
It wasn’t hard to find things to laugh about, even though our lives are lived about as far away from each other as we could possibly live them. We shared the same Grandma, but I just happened to be born over the other side of the world and they were in Holland. … 
If you had told me ten years ago that doing what I loved would take me to Europe, I would have probably started my response with the word “pffft”. But that’s exactly what happened. (the going to Europe part, not the “pffft” part)
I’m a Dutch girl by blood, and I haven’t been back to Holland in 25 years. …