Traditional pie, books and a fire brigade On our first morning we decided to go for breakfast at De Bisschopsmolen, the first 100% spelt bakery in the Netherlands. We didn’t go because of the spelt, though. Then why did we? Well, it’s one of the best places to go for ‘Limburgse vlaai’ (traditional South Dutch pie). Spelt nowadays has a …
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A diving getaway – Corn Islands (Nicaragua) versus Utila (Honduras)
Welcome to paradise After three surf lessons, two achy upper arms and one bruised chin, I knew: surfing is not my calling. So I said goodbye to the Nicaraguan Pacific coast in order to give the almost waveless Atlantic a try. And you know what? Best. Decision. Ever. I ended up in paradise, a.k.a. the Corn Islands: two picture perfect …
Continue reading A very Good Friday – Celebrating Semana Santa (the Holy Week) in Central America
There is this one day in Guatemala that has a special place in my heart. As often when it comes to travelling, this has everything to do with a local experience. Freedom and nature are my main reasons to go travelling, but to experience the country like a local – that can really make an impact. This particular morning my …
Continue reading A very serious border incident – crossing borders from Honduras to El Salvador
What preceded First, let me explain you the state I was in just before it happened. After two months in Nicaragua, I had to make my way to Guatemala City to pick up my boyfriend who would come join me on my travels. Excited as I was, this trip would take me two full days on public transport. I had …
Continue reading How shrimps made me mindful – about Spanish classes and a homestay in Nicaragua
Early morning rites My alarm goes off. It is 7 in the morning. Through the walls of my room, I can hear the television loud and clear. I untangle my mosquito net, get dressed and enter the living room. Yaqueline, my host mum, wishes me a good day and leaves for work. I know my host dad Vladimir left for …
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