We have never lived close to a beach, so for me the beach always had a holiday association. Going to the beach immediately gave me a holiday, relaxing feeling. Laying on your towel getting a nice tan, hearing the waves, sipping from a drink, reading a book and going for a swim. Oh the good old times, how much changes when you go to the beach with kids!
Since I went on exchange during university my life has been one big chain of living abroad. In between, I have been periods back in the Netherlands but mostly that was just for a couple of months, half a year max, before taking off again. The journey started in Spain, and then via India, Ireland, Denmark and Germany here I am, back living in Spain. Let´s just say that when the bug bites, it really bites!
What always surprises me about Spanish mothers (and especially also grandmothers!) is the amount of screaming that happens during a day. I always associated screaming with panic or stress situations but here it seems to be a normal way of communicating with your offspring.
I was always a fan of co-sleeping and most nights the bichin ends up in our bed at some point. We started with co-sleeping and then slowly he went to his own crib for longer periods. Nowadays he starts in his own bed in his room but if he wakes up during the second half of the night or the early morning hours we often take him with us hoping to get a bit more of sleep. This rhythm we had quite well established at home and there never were much problems getting him to sleep in his own bed. Until we came back from our last trip to the Netherlands…