Like all things, our amazing trip had to come to an end.
This is how they felt about it.
We left Amsterdam ready and excited to get back to the US and our family. As we made our way back to the Ferry, we passed through Belgium. I ensured that we stopped at a gas station and loaded up on chocolate. Belgian chocolate was one of the only requests we got from family so I out did myself. Even the lady at the checkout pointed out that I must really like chocolate.
Ellie spent her gas station time dancing in the grass. I just can't stop loving everything that she is. She is always positive and upbeat. She can bring a smile to the face of the grumpiest of the grumpy (which sometimes is me). I love her to the moon.
When we realized that we were making great time, I begged Leon to stop somewhere for some waffles. We stopped in this beautiful beachy Belgian town. We were shocked when we realized that the beach was actual sand. I mean tons of sand. We hadn't seen a beach like this since we left California in May.
We couldn't stop fast enough. We ran to the sand and just melted into it. Ellie was so excited to play and Jet was so excited to eat it. The water was so warm and the sun was shining. It was a perfect day. The kids played and played and we forgot all about the waffles. Ok, we didn't, but we didn't have time for them once we realized how long we had been basking in the sun and breathing the salty air. It was heaven. My heaven.
Then we left and got to the Port like five min too late. Some gypsy stopped Leon on the road and tried to sell us some sob story, which was really uncomfortable, so Leon gave him 3 euro to end it and thanks to him we had to wait another hour and a half to get back to England. Dang gypsies.
But we made it on the boat and were a little nervous because we were cutting it short with the rental car company. Jet and I rested while Ellie and Leon played.
We made it back to London safe and sound. Driving into the city made me miss it. It is funny how even ten weeks can really make a place home. I felt like those streets were my streets and those bridges were made for my feet. I think I could get around that place blindfolded. I love London. In the end, we decided it wasn't the place for our family and our future, but I love London.
We stayed at my friend Robyn's house that night and took a cab to the airport early the next morning. It was so exciting to finally be going home to family. I sure missed them this summer. It was hard to be alone in a big city with two littles all by myself. I was exhausted everyday and I longed for the luxuries and comforts that I was used to in the states. But I wouldn't have changed it for the world. Especially now that I can look back and I have so many memories that I just cherish.
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