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Spiders on holidays

I find the spider that I tried to save in the little bucket with bleach where I always immerse the washing-up brush to keep things nice and fresh.

She was suddenly there. That is a typical characteristic of spiders, they’re suddenly there. They can suddenly pop up from behind a shutter (the so-called pop-up-spiders), they can suddenly drop down from the ceiling (I did experience it when I was wondering about 2 spiders on my ceiling when I was just awake – the so-called drop-down-spiders) and you also have the kind I cherish: the web spiders. At least you know where they are from the latter, and they also catch flies and mosquitoes.

As a child I was soooo afraid of spiders

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My mother then said, holding a captive spider in her hand: “You don’t have to be so scared, they’re more afraid of you.” Haha. Yes of course. When I was 10, I was all too happy that she had lived in the tropics, and had experienced so many different types there, so that she was sitting with that spider in her hand, and that I was safe.

But it’s true. The drowned spider in the little bucket just now had come to meet her own fate, because she was afraid of me, and hid everywhere under and between. I wanted to save her, and chased her with my little cup and piece of paper, but she didn’t get it. Even though after a few minutes of hunting, I shouted desperately: “Hey stop, listen! I’m not going to hurt you, you fool, I want to save you!”

Apparently they don’t have 10 ears …

Anyway, I used to be safe at mother’s house. Kind of. Until the next scary bug. (Oh yes, sorry, spiders are not bugs nor insects, but araneae – they have 2 legs more, and about 10 eyes)

Those eyes, that’s not my point. You only see them from those scary magnifications in a magazine or something, and if you quickly turn the page, you’re still innocent and ignorant.

What is it that spiders are so scary?

The two scenarios that I briefly refer to above made a deep impression on me. I closed a shutter, and suddenly a spider pops up, probably as disappointed as I was startled. She must have thought: “Ha! A nice meaty fly!” and popped up to grab it. Too bad. It was just an almost paralyzed-by-fright human. Far too big for a nice snack.

In the other scenario I was in bed dreamily, just awake, the world was still very young and beautiful; my brain started doing its morning gymnastics, and until it was completely awake I was in an in-between world. In that in-between world I looked at my ceiling, which was adorned with an ingenious kind of “who-can-throw-the-best” stucco, and in those stalagites I always saw anything and everything in the in-between world. Kind of a rorschach test

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But I did see two spiders that morning. Two real living spiders. They sat close together at first, and while I kept my focus on them, they parted. That caused me, at that time of my life in particular (what do you mean, projection?), thoughts like: “I have had enough of it what’s with that jumble I am talking about something why do you always do such as you do I suffocate here I am gone.”

I was very curious about the outcome. What happens to 2 spiders when they separate?

The smallest one disappeared in a crack in the side. I’d never actually seen that crack. Hm. That there was a crack where a spider can disappear in …

The biggest one apparently had won the fight, because it was triumphantly almost right above my head. And perhaps she was so euphoric about the victory that she suddenly turned and – boom! – dropped. On top of my duvet, crotch hight.

I was very happy that I had seen that. Imagine that I would not have! Then that myth might be true that you swallow two spiders every night. Brrrr

A few years later. In the meantime there have been a lot of people here, who are sooooo afraid of a spider, so I have to take them out. I always do that the Albert-Schweizer method: a cup over it, a piece of paper underneath it, and like that you can walk outside to let it run in nature.

Spiders are very useful animals, I learned

I can even like them. There are a lot of these light brown types with a cross on their backs (the so-called cross spiders) around here. I think they’re all females, because they all have broad hips and make a fertile impression. But the majority consists of lean longlegs. Kind of like a crane fly without wings (which I always find very moving). There was one near the leg of the counter – I looked right at it – who ‘d caught a fly. That drama went real fast, that fly didn’t have a chance. First that sticky web, and then all those legs that she wrapped him in, very skillfully with freshly woven spinning thread.

I watched admiringly, wishing that I myself also had 4 arms

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All those eyes are not necessary (I have glasses) for all I care, but one or two pairs of extra arms is handy! Can’t science do something with that? Build in a bit of spider genes in our DNA?

Here I am! I volunteer!

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We moved here in 2000 from Rotterdam, Holland to the Termas-da-Azenha, Portugal. A big step, especially with two small children. We are busy to rebuild one of portugals cultural heirlooms: Termas-da-Azenha, an old spa which has been turned into several holiday homes, rooms and campsites, with a lots of fun things to do: swimming pool, indoor and outdoor games like pingpong, petanque, a FancyDressingRoom and a small café. You’ll find mosaics and paintings everywhere.

The old bathhouse is going to be a museum, where you can see how things have changed. Since 2018 we call ourselves the first B&B&B in the world – Bed & Breakfast & Bathrobes. You can buy a home-made unique bathrobe/housecoat with us.

Each week a little blog about what is happening around us. An easy read. A few minutes in another world. A little about what it going on in Portugal. If you plan your holiday to Portugal, it might be a nice preparation. We have some nice special offers on our site.

You can subscribe to this blog:

You’ll get it every weekend in your mailbox.

On Sunday morning we publish it on our Facebook Page, on Pinterest, and on monday on LinkedIn.

Children’s games count down

I understand why children learn to count young. You quickly need that. It is knowledge to survive. To make friends. To be able to participate. To count down. To count as a person.

Children’s games almost all start with a count down

 

During the day you come across groups of children who count on one knee, with one foot against the feet of the others – like a flower of feet – to do this.

“Two-frogs-on-your-head-you-are-very-dead.” It’s a little more efficient than our former “Eeny meeny miny moe, Catch a tiger by the toe, If he hollers let him go, Eeny meeny miny moe.”

If things are not going well, and the judgment is not found to be fair, then it is exactly the same. An explosion of indignant cries: “No, not at all!” “Not fair!” “Well! You’re dead! “” Not !! You’re dead! ”

The only difference is that we used to be “moe” and they are now dead

What can happen when you unsuspectingly walk to the swimming pool – that a little boy of not even 80 centimeters of hight is running right past you and shouts: “Shoot me too! Shoot me dead too, please! ”

His extraordinary request is because the big children are doing a game where that little man literally comes behind. After a few days they had found a solution themselves. The biggest boy with the longest legs was a combination with the smallest. Then you came across that little fellow again, panting, and I said oncoming: “He is in that direction” but then I was wrong, because: “He gets them for me, he can run much faster” and byebye, away he was again.

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Here and there a little guidance, but for the rest they guide themselves

These group processes go very fast with children. They hardly meet, or they’re already busy chasing after each other, or they do a bomber dive in the pool while their parents still shake hands.

Some things are not allowed. You can not sneak in the adega to pick up scissors, pliers, garden tools and machetes to play in the tree house. That is too dangerous. When you are caught in the act, you are summoned to bring back everything.

Of course there are also dramas sometimes

I caused one myself. Unintentionally, of course, in fact: I stood in the doorway of the bathhouse and called to the children who were running past: “Hello, all of you!! Pay attention! ”

Very benevolent – strange eyes – they froze, one foot already on the next step of the stairs to the Fairy Tale Terrace, ready to go on but with a little bit of attention, because they could hear that it was apparently important.

“I’m closing the glass door now! Tell the others, if you meet them, don’t forget it! “And while I was turning around, a girl bumps against the still half-opened side of the door.

“I thought I could just get through”, she said a little shakily to her mother, who had been alarmed by a few of the others, “I thought it was still possible.” Oh, gosh, she was right on my wrong side. Had she taken the other way, she would have been absolutely right. And now she was sitting with an ice pack on her head, and she had to go to the motor home to cry very loudly in peace and quiet. Without an audience, because everyone was obviously crowded around to see what was going on and to comfort her.

I felt her pain because I also ran into it at full speed, when that door was just mounted

It hurts effing much. And she went a little faster than me.

Fortunately, she didn’t have her glasses on – that’s something positive – and the ice pack did a world of good.

She was playing a games with the others an hour later.

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They will be coming, and they will be going. The remaining lot is not difficult about it. Just go on counting. Counting, riming, running, swimming.

That’s what it’s all about.

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We moved here in 2000 from Rotterdam, Holland to the Termas-da-Azenha, Portugal. A big step, especially with two small children. We are busy to rebuild one of portugals cultural heirlooms: Termas-da-Azenha, an old spa which has been turned into several holiday homes, rooms and campsites, with a lots of fun things to do: swimming pool, indoor and outdoor games like pingpong, petanque and mini golf, a FancyDressingRoom and a small café. You’ll find mosaics and paintings everywhere.

The old bathhouse is going to be a museum, where you can see how things have changed. Since 2018 we call ourselves the first B&B&B in the world – Bed & Breakfast & Bathrobes. You can buy a home-made unique bathrobe/housecoat with us.

Each week a little blog about what is happening around us. An easy read. A few minutes in another world. A little about what it going on in Portugal. If you plan your holiday to Portugal, it might be a nice preparation. We have some nice special offers on our site.

You can subscribe to this blog:

You’ll get it every weekend in your mailbox.

On Sunday morning we publish it on our Facebook Page, on Google+, on Pinterest, and on monday on LinkedIn.

Childrens’ holidays

Not easy to write a blog in the high season. It’s busy! We have a record number of children of about the same age – so much fun! Yesterday I saw the hustling between them while I was doing a mosaic workshop with two of the bigger children. There was a group in the little swimming pool playing a fantasy game, and a larger group roaming around with water pistols, sticks or ukeleles, who surprised eachother with their “shooting faster than their shadows”. 

I had a thought:

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“It would be nice to take a photo of all those children together,” but at the same time I knew that was an impossible task. Children who are running after each other you shouldn’t disturb, and children swimming in a pool buckle water into eachother’s buckets while enjoying a chat, you must leave in peace completely.

The parents are happy to read in peace

Because all that is perfectly fine, and they can’t do no harm. It’s noise, but it’s good noise. You don’t suffer from that. Similar to the noise of frogs. In the evening, when you’re enjoying your rest, you can hear 4 billion frogs, and that actually makes a lot of noise. But it’s good noise. It doesn’t bother you.

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Even when you’re older, like me, and your children are big, you’re not affected by it

Then you still know how that works. Harmonic noise isn’t bad, it just goes past you. Like those frogs. You never hear anyone complaining about that – “Oioi, I couldn’t sleep because of that frog noise …” This is how it is with little children too. You just read through their noises, but as soon as it goes wrong, and the harmony is distorted – it will be annoying.

The conversations you can have are also very nice

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Two children in the pool this morning when it was still quiet. They are the first, because the youngest. Little girl is 3, and has thrown all her toys in the small pool. That sounds impressive, but it’s not that big of a deal, because you can’t take all your toys on holiday. There was a mermaid with a pink tail. And neon colored stuff to dive up, which you definitely can’t miss on the bottom of the pool.

But that was more for her big brother

“Hey, look now, what I’ve picked up !?” I say surprised, “a mermaid! With a pink tail! How did you get here?” The blonde girl feels happy: “That’s mine, that’s mine! She can swim!” Big brother now throws his neon colored toys down and says, “I can easily pop that up, I can swim under water from here to there.” “Jeez, how handsome,” I say, while I take black little things and eucalyptus leaves out of the water with my net, “I wouldn’t dare. There are octopuses in the water, have you seen that?!” Now it’s the turn to scream of laughing: “Those are of mosaic! You don’t have to worry about that!”

Such a nice conversation, early in the morning

Most of the guests are still sleeping, but some children are early birds like me. The highlight is already over, because yesterday a few families went to other places or back home. But it was a very enjoyable time with the 20 pieces of those noise makers around!

And there are more on the way!

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We moved here in 2000 from Rotterdam, Holland to the Termas da Azenha, Portugal. A big step, especially with two small children. We are busy to rebuild one of portugal’s cultural heirlooms. Termas da Azenha, a old spa which has been turned into several holiday homes, rooms and camping ground, there’s also a swimming pool. You’ll find mosaics and paintings everywhere. The old bathhouse is a museum, where you can see how things have changed.

Each week a little blog about what is happening around us. An easy read. A few minutes in another world. A little about what it going on in Portugal. If you plan your holiday to Portugal, it might be a nice preparation. We have some nice special offers on our site. You can subscribe to this blog:  

You’ll get it every weekend in your mailbox. On Sunday morning we publish it on our Facebook Page, on Google+, on Pinterest, and on monday on LinkedIn.