C'est Le Weekend: Sur la Plage

To my chagrin and amazement, I've actually come to love some of the spots in the Netherlands.  
It's not all bad, you know. 
This immigration-thing can muddle the way you look, could look, at your 'new' life and surroundings.  New being 'new' as it's been ooohhh, 11 years that I've been living here now...
And then there is the inevitable choice:  Do I keep choosing to perceive it as negative, or could it also be o.k.?

Last night, taking advantage of a non-raining day (I know!!  A Miracle!!!) we took my parents and our herd of buffaloes to the beach, at Dishoek, a spot we love for its simplicity and lack of pretentious beach watering holes.
Just beach, beach huts and a simple restaurant with yummy stuff to eat and drink.
Vlissingen in the distance, the Belgian coastal resort of Knokke far off across the water. 

Of course, His Gorgeousness graced us with his wonderfulness.

And the huge boats cruised past the shore while the husband played with Buff#1 and Buff#2 in the sand.

A beach walk.

Playing here and there.

And then on our way back to the car, with beautiful and interesting views.

In bed by midnight.
Life can be good if you want it to be.


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