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[princeleonstuff2]

[cheriladycl01]

Type of Holiday Brit? - Lando Norris x Reader

Plot: You and Lando, try and book a holiday with something you both want to do.

“Okay, but you don’t understand” you groaned to Lando as you were scrolling through multiple different travel agents on your laptop.

Tui, Virgin, British Airways.

“I think i do underhand baby” Lando chuckles back, looking over your shoulder at the tab your currently scrolling through.

“Just because your the Impulsive type of Holiday Brit doesn’t mean we have to do just that” you say, closing your laptop lid, so it’s ajar the screen still lighting up the dimming room.

“Type of Holiday Brit? What on Earth do you mean?” He chuckles having no clue what you are going in about.

“There are four different types of holidayers in the UK!” You exclaim as if it’s common knowledge that Lando should know and it’s almost appalling that he doesn’t.

“Okay and what are the four types, talk me through them” he grins placing his phone down on the sofa which would get lost in the next five seconds and he’d complain about later in when he couldn’t find it, before placing his full attention on you.

“Well there’s type one which is the UK Enjoyers where they go to different places in the UK on holiday, whether that be like … CenterParks or a Caravan down in Dorset and don’t own a passport and have never been or thought of going outside the UK” you explain and Lando nods, trying to keep himself from smiling too much but hearing you speak like this he can’t help it.

“Right okay, yeah I’ve never ever done that” he nods guessing he isn’t that type.

“Yeah that’s because you’re a rich kid holidayer!” You exclaim only for him to cock his eyebrow in amusement.

“Sorry?” He laughs asking while crossing his arms.

“Okay, so rich kid is like the kids I was always really really jealous of because they would go anywhere. Even if that means staying in New York’s finest hotel that is a room only room while paying for all your food while you are there! Or they go caving in Vietnam over winter break before going skiing in Finland after clubbing in Bali with Martin Garrixs” you prod at him, making him playing hit your shoulder knowing your were right.

“Okay okay, so I have some cool holidays! But what’s the issue with them! Why don’t you want to go on the rich kid holidays” he laughs.

“Because I’m an All Inclusive Holidayer” you say as if it’s obvious.

“Right! Of course of course” Lando laughs again before waiting for your explanation.

“I was brought up being used to all inclusive holidays in Greece, Italy, Spain, and then sometimes we’d get to go somewhere real far like the Caribbean. Beach holidays purely for relaxing. And your holidays don’t seem very relaxing… you’re always and I mean always doing something on them. And I don’t know how you can’t just relax” you chuckle explaining why you love your little beachy holidays so much.

“Okay okay. And the last one?” He asks.

“You have the Re-occurrers. They have their set destination and just keep going back because it’s the in budget comfortable choice. Like they keep going back to Disney World, or Mallorca or New York because they know it, don’t get bored by it and it’s the safe option” you smile having it all sussed out.

“Mmmm I think i would find that rather boring, wouldn’t you? There’s so many places but you stick to the same one?! Crazy” he joins in, in an almost teasing voice.

“I know right, like my parents when we would go on holiday, they’d never take me to the same place twice so that I could see as much of the world as possible!” You exclaim not realising he is in fact mocking you.

“So what, you want to do an all inclusive holiday?” He asks pulling back open your laptop and looking at some of the destinations you had in the search bars.

“We’ll maybe not just all inclusive but I would like to see you relax a little. You know loud around a pool in a hot country with a cocktail by my side and some beachy music to go along with it. But then maybe afterwards we can go do rich kid travelling for the rest of the summer break? If you aren’t needed in Monaco or Woking?” You ask, looking over his expression.

“Mmmmm so how about we book a nice 2 week all inclusive holiday. We come back to the UK. We see family and friends for a little bit while I get some work stuff done, and then we can do my type of holiday and invite Max and Pietra with us?” He asks, and you make a thinking face for a second before a big grin spreads on your face and you nod excitedly.

“I love that plan! Let’s start looking at the all inclusive first, I definitely think we should upgrade our tickets wherever we go. I know you’d struggle in economy” you poke at him and he nods, not because of the comfort side, even though he will never complain in first class or on Max’a private jet but it’s more for security reasons than anything.

“So I was thinking that maybe we could look at going …” you start but Lando gets lost halfway through distracted by the way you look right now. Excitedly talking to him about holiday destinations, a new sparkle in your eye at the prospect of some uninterrupted time with Lando.

He loved your more than anything and would do just about anything to have this look that you’ve got right now constantly on your face.

“Oooo look this one looks good! In the Maldives and look Lan there’s even a little slide going into the sea” you grin looking at the fancy and expensive looking hut in the middle of the sea.

“And look at this! Underwater dining, have you ever eaten with a shark above you?” You ask excitedly making Lando laugh and cuddle into you as you skim through the pictures to get a better look.

Eventually Lando tells you not to jump the gun on the first one you see and to continue you’re search.

“Or this one in Antigua, woah look at the beach! ITS MASSIVE” you say as you point at the white sandy beach.

“It’s nice but I think the bathroom looks a little small, I prefer the one in the Maldives for sure! Onto the next” he grins.

“Oh look at this, it’s beautiful” you say looking at the location where the palm trees hang over the Villa and the pool looks like it’s been built into the beach itself.

“Now I like this one! Where is this?” He asks clicking the pen.

“Wait when did you get a pen and pad” you ask looking at him.

“Well we need to write down the ones we like right?” He says pinching your side making your squeal in high delight that he’s helping and getting involved and from the sensation of his pinch.

You turn round fully, focus completely off your laptop and now into your loving and doting boyfriend.

“I love you so much” you say looking into his eyes, and a sigh of pure happiness escapes him as you guys hold into eye contact. You lean in after a while placing a soft kiss of his lips, gripping to the back of his neck, playing with the loose curls at the base.

“I love you too baby, now, where was that last destination. The quicker we choose somewhere the quicker we can get to bed” he winks and you shake your head laughing before sitting back in his lap leaning against him re-opening your laptop lid showing the last location that there was.

“It was Mozambique, I’d never have thought of going somewhere this beautiful when i was younger” you smile.

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[distinktionsfetzen]

Mein Vater ist ein Hypochonder, er braucht immer REGENERATION, misst sich ständig den Puls oder klagt über Herzrhythmusstörungen. Mein Vater war meine Kindheit und Jugend in Frankfurt und die war: müde von der Gepäckausgabe zum Taxistand im gelb getränkten Nachthimmel am Frankfurter Flughafen vom Urlaub nach Hause kommen. Das Türkis der Kleinmarkthalle. Das Türkis vom Aussichtsturm auf dem Bildstein in Großalmerode. Krombacher und Zott Sahnejoughurt-Werbung. CenterPark. Sonntags aus Nordhessen kommen. Im Auto kotzen. Zoo-Mai in der Stiftstraße. Das Finanzamt am Hauptbahnhof. Pizzeria Olbia in der Glauburgstraße. Berger Kino. Der Blick vom Grüneburgpark auf die Skyline. Die F-Autokennzeichen. Die Zoohandlung Mai in der Stiftstraße. Holland-Blumen in der Brunnerstraße. Die Bleichstraße samstags. In der U5 sitzen und im Schaufenster vom „schönen Bad“ den Glasdalmantiner sehen: „Alles für's Bad. Alles muss raus.“ Klopapierrollen im Schaufenster. Die Börsenstraße. Das Shell-Hochhaus. Stadtbad-Mitte. Kinderkrippe Kunterbunt in der Karl-Flesch-Straße 12. Städische Kindertagesreinrichtung, Ki 103 in der Schwarzburgstraße 27. Antugnac. Rennes-le-Chateau. Saint-Jean-de-Paracol. Limoux. Couiza. Dieser Steinboden im Eintracht Turnverein. Koo Orangenmarmelade. Matzen. Grüne Glaswasserflaschen. Oro du parma. Unverkleidete Heizungen. Das Schnee bedeckte Oberreifenberg im Winter. Asterix und Obelix-Untersetzer. GZSZ. Bravo. Yam. Popcorn. Brigitte Young Miss. Soaps und Nachtmittags-Talkshows. „High“ von der Lighthouse Family. Antiquariat Orban und Streu. Yachtklub. Strandcafe. Größenwahn. Zoom Club. IGS-Aula (Comeniusschule). MBS-Aula. „We're sailing“ singen. Mensaessen IGS. Schuldisco in der Sporthalle. Petterweil. Mädchenwerkstatt im Gallus. Pädagogischer Rundkreis. Aruci Schuhsalon. Sagaland. Eissporthalle. Kassel Hauptbahnhof mit seiner „man walking to the sky“-Skulptur vom Künstler Jonathan Borofsky. Die Spitzhacke an der Fulda von Claes Oldenburg. ABLEGER vom Zyperngras. Listening comprehension. Stadionbad. Klockes Wohnzimmerpflanze. Applewoiexpress. Cricri. Passau Klassenfahrt. Eissporthalle. Linksgrünversifft. Die anderen waren „Bonzen“. Wir waren jute. Selbstgestrickt. Öko. Mein Selbstbildnis war immer anders als: 9-to-5-Karriere. „Schreihalsfamilie“ hat mein Vater immer andere Familien genannt, deren Kinder laut waren. Wir waren nie laut. Wir waren immer leise.

Ich bin so schrecklich beschädigt. Ich will so gerne heil sein. Ich bin ein menschlicher Kippmoment. Soziale Kontakte sind ein kostenloses Heilsangebot, das ich tagtäglich ausschlage. Mein (einzig noch verbliebener) Weltzugang ist das Internet. Etwas zu machen, ist meine letzte Überlebenschance, die Wahrheit mein letzter Trumpf sowie meine stärkste Waffe und der grösstmögliche Schmerz zugleich. Vom Versuch das mit Würde zu tragen.

Die Lortzingstraße begrüßte mich wie die Oma, die ihren eigenen Enkel nicht mehr erkennt. Alles sah wie ein vertrautes Zuhause aus, aber die Seele war nicht mehr da. Jedes Rein und -Rausgehen sollte möglichst unbehelligt stattfinden, schließlich wollte man in erster Linie vor sich selbst verheimlichen, dass man seit nie arbeitete oder Freunde empfing. Wie merkwürdig spannungsreich und gleichzeitig komplett banal es war, die Haus und Wohnungstür zu passieren, an einem Ort zu sein, wo du jahrelang keinen Fuß raus setzen konntest. Ein Ort, der so viel Identitätspotential birgt und den du jetzt nur mehr verleugnest. Der Ort, an dem alle wichtigen Entwicklungsschritte (Kindergarten, Schule) passierten und jetzt so trist daliegt wie bestellt und nicht abgeholt.

Das Realweltleben wurde mir zu mickrig und das Internet zur neuen Heimat. Nach einem exzessiven „im Internet verlieren, Draußen ausblenden und Sachen kaufen“, erwartete ich Großes. Stattdessen die permanente Ernüchterung: DHL- oder Hermes-Boten, gestresste Mütter, schreiende Kinder, trister Alltag.

In mir rumort ein Buch. Da mein Weltzugang beschränkt ist, nehme ich soziale Situationen oft als Film und unwahr an. Wie lässt sich eine Fiktionalität erreichen, wenn man sein Leben als Film wahrnimmt? War nur noch betäubt als literarische Figur unterwegs, jede soziale Szene als selbstironisch monologisierend, wobei sie in Wahrheit tieftraurig war.

Ich will, dass die Schrift schafft, was die Verbalität nicht mehr hervorbringt. Ich will, dass der Leser des Autors Naturell – auch ohne Hintergrundwissen - begreift und darin aufgeht. Vor allem will ich für andere begreifbar machen, wie sich ein innerer seelischer Vorgang anfühlt. (Und daran scheitern. Am Versuch, Wahrhaftigkeit literarisch herzustellen.) Gleichzeitig: den Wahn aus sich herausschreiben.

Ein letzter Essay, ein letztes Aufbäumen, ein letztes Mal die Wirklichkeit anhand eines Lebens, das vor zehn Jahren endete, wiederaufführen.

Literatur ist eben auch: mehr meinen, als man aussieht / sagt / vermuten lässt.

Mein Kunstverständnis ist Selbstentwirklichung. Das widerwärtige Ich verschwindet, es ist reine Sprache.

[fransopdefiets]

4-9 Blokhus

Op weg naar de camping gisterenmiddag had ik al wat restaurants gezien en de keus was simpel, pizza of vis. Ik koos voor het visrestaurant, of eigenlijk was het een visboer met een restaurant er bij. Het menu was relatief eenvoudig, zoals visburgers of schol met patat, maar ze hadden ook een visschotel met zalm, gerookte makreel, garnalen en schol voor niet al teveel geld. In plaats van aardappels of patat kreeg ik er plakken van een licht soort roggebrood bij.

‘s Avonds begon het te waaien en je hoorde de hele tijd onweer, maar het kwam niet dichterbij, het bleef boven zee hangen. Er kwam nog wel een stevige regenbui midden in de nacht, maar dat klonk vooral gezellig door het geroffel op het tentdak.

Als ik opsta, is de lucht vochtig en warm en dat houdt de hele dag aan. Het is een zweterige dag. Het is bewolkt en telkens als je denkt, nu gaat het regenen, gebeurt het tegenovergestelde en komt de zon even tevoorschijn. Wat wel fijn is, is dat ik vandaag de wind in de rug heb.

Het eerste stuk naar Hirtshals gaat door een open duingebied vlak langs de zee met veel kleine kikkertjes op het pad. Ik probeer ze te fotograferen, maar dat lukt niet goed. Wie ik er wel goed op krijg, zijn de grote zwarte naaktslakken die proberen over te steken.

In Hirtshals zoek ik een konditorei met koffie, maar kan niks vinden, alles is nog dicht. Als ik dan een kaaswinkel zie die ook belegde broodjes verkoopt, vraag ik of ze koffie verkopen. Dat niet, maar ik kan best een bekertje koffie krijgen. That’s nice, zeg ik. We are nice people, is het zelfverzekerde antwoord.

In Tornby is een oud kerkje open, ze hebben er een mooi gesneden altaarstuk. Als ik even later in een bos pauzeer bij een picknicktafel, komt er een vrouw op me af. Ze wil iets vragen en begint in het Deens, maar schakelt dan over op Engels. Have you seen uh things on the ground, vraagt ze. O, die is zeker een oorbel verloren denk ik, maar nee dat bedoelt ze niet. They told us it is the right time to find uh things on the ground here. Na veel verwarring weet ze haar vraag aan te scherpen tot de vraag of ik mensen naar iets heb zien zoeken in het bos. Ach, ze bedoelt natuurlijk paddestoelen, denk ik dan. Maar nee, ik heb geen mensen gezien die paddestoelen aan het plukken waren, alleen maar twee Duitsers op een tandem met daarachter een karretje met een hond erin. Teleurgesteld stapt ze weer in haar auto.

Koffie vind ik uiteindelijk aan het eind van de ochtend in een soort Centerparks, een gigantisch complex van huisjes, zwembaden etc. Een half uurtje later fiets ik door Lønstrup en je snapt het al, een aaneenschakeling van terrassen met koffiedrinkende en taart etende mensen in de zon. Maar ja, toen had ik mijn cappuccino uit de automaat al gehad.

Tijdens de lunch reken ik uit hoeveel kilometer ik gemiddeld per dag moet fietsen om donderdag 19 september aan te komen. Dat zijn er 75 per dag, dat is goed te doen op dit relatief vlakke terrein na 2,5 maand van stijgen en dalen. De rest van de dag voert de route hoofdzakelijk door uitgestrekte, kilometerslange vakantiedorpen in de duinen, het kan niet anders of elke Deen heeft hier een tweede huis.

Vlak voor Blokhus kom ik langs het museum voor papierkunst. Als ik nu snel naar de camping ga, denk ik, kan ik daarna nog mooi een uurtje hier naar toe. Maar helaas, ze gaan om vier uur al dicht en morgen pas om tien uur open.

Gefietste afstand: 87 km

Gefietste tijd: 6,5 uur

[amirachanges]

Things I have achieved in 2023

Career

- Got my social rights after working 1 year

- Feeling a little more confident in my professional skills

- I'm getting along with my colleagues

Finances / Investing

- Have two incomes (9-5 nursing job and rental income)

- Got myself a second job on Fridays (Intérim /vaccinations)

- Rent my apartment for 1 year

- Put 10k aside

- Bought my first AirPods

Hobbies / Fun times / Happiness / Creativity

- Joined a pottery class

- Went 2 x to Nice

- Went to Morocco during the summer holidays

- First k-concert in Brussels

- Ate Mexican food for the 1st time & Korean BBQ chicken

- Went to Happiness Expo

- Went to Bubble Planet

- Went 2 x to CenterParks swimming

- Went to the Fair w my cousins

- Went to a Stand Up Comedy Show

Health / Beauty

- Did Facelift HiFu -> no results -> waste of money

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[australiablog]

I did have fun watching everyone else do it though. Got dared a bit by the others but I didn’t bite. They can all join me on ski’s and see who’s the daredevil then, I did tell them this and they were pretty impressed by my 83km/h speed. There was a tiny path that led back up to the river, with going to the waterfalls we had go down a big stairs they build so it would be safe to go down, the pathway we took was just slowly uphill. It resembled the rainforests you see in Queensland a bit. It strongly reminded me of centerparks, it had the same sort of walkway build out of smooth stones with all kinds of trees and palm trees and such. Tom had said the day before we would see lots of spiders, unfortunately he wasn’t wrong. He kept pointing them out to everyone, so my if I-don’t-see-them-they-are-not-there tactic was not really working. My watch gave me a notification that my heart rate was higher as normal, yeah no shit with those monsters all around. I handed of my phone so I could get a picture because I’m not getting close to them.

When we were nearly back at the point we started, we were at the beginning of the river that turned into the waterfalls. People had build a swinging rope tied to a big tree to jump in. We had lots of fun watching Tom try to do all kind of stunts. There was also a massive watermonger at the edge, that was not scared of us at all. The last stop of the day was about a half hour away, so once again we all got in the bus without changing. Our last swimming spot was a massive lake that had also two waterfalls. We all got in and Tom asked if we wanted to swim to the waterfall, I jokingly said that unless we nicked a pool noodle from someone I was not doing that because I would most likely drown. Now I was fully joking and did not expect the woman behind me to say I could have hers. With the pool noodle I was so much more confident, because when I got tired halfway to the waterfall, as I knew I would, I could just float and catch my breath. At the waterfall there was a sort of hot tub rock situation you could climb into. So that’s what we did, I have to say I surprised the shit out of myself today. Here’s where my impulsiveness comes in handy because as soon as I got the pool noodle I started swimming not letting myself think about what I was doing. Never in a million years would I have believed you I would do this if you told me beforehand. I’m really not a strong swimmer so I was incredibly proud of myself for conquering fears and doing this. I knew that I would have regretted not doing this when I had the chance. When we got back to the shore we all took a group picture in front of the waterfalls. Since it was the last day of the tour there was no rush, so we left roughly an hour later as what was planned. It was a 2 hour drive back to Darwin, we stopped halfway to have some food and a drink together. Since all of us were different nationalities we joked earlier it would be fun to play music we loved, so the drive kinda turned into a big karaoke. It was so much fun all singing along or hearing songs from other countries. The father and son got dropped of at a hotel, but the rest of us stayed in hostels on Mitchell street, the two Italian girls were flying later that night to Melbourne so they had to keep themselves busy. We we all agreed to go for drinks, I basically checked myself in, made my bed and dropped of my bags and went to the bar we would meet at. It was the same bar I had a few drinks on Saturday so I knew where it was. We ended up having a great night and even though I was absolutely knackered we ended up staying untill 23:45. I was at my limit though and I really think I could have fallen asleep at the table. So after saying goodbye to everyone I made my way back to the hostel. Because it was so late, the parties at the hostel had died down too. They have a party every night untill 11pm, so my dorm was dark when I went inside. I had put my pyjamas on my bed before I left and good I did. I don’t think they would have been very happy with me if I started rummaging around in my suitcase.

2/7

Falling asleep was pretty easy last night, staying asleep proved difficult, woke up at 4am and couldn’t go back to sleep. Watching the sky grow lighter was magnificent though, and I still can’t get over how many stars there are here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many

At 6:30 most of us were up because we have to clean up the camp today. Also repack everything to go in the trailer again. Our group is pretty great, everyone helped and we got it done in no time. Tom wanted to leave around 8 so we were right on schedule untill the father and son somehow lost their passports. Who was sleeping in a swag could put their bags in an unused tent, somehow the bag their passports were in got misplaced. After 10 frantic minutes they were found and we could leave. We had a good distance to cover to get to Litchfield national park today, so the first 3 hours was just sitting and watching the landscape. Australia is still so weird to me that on a tiny two lane road in the middle of nowhere you can drive 130km/h. We can’t even do that on the highway in Belgium. Our first stop were gigantic cathedral termite mounds, they were absolutely massive. The ones we stopped at, the termites had died unfortunately. Probably by all the tourists stopping and looking at them and touching the hill. You could see they were starting to erode a bit but were still pretty magnificent. On the other side of the field were magnetic termite mounds, at least 100 of them, these are build pointing north-south and the backs facing east-west. Tom explained why they did it, but I honestly couldn’t repeat what he said. Today is a day of swimming so we didn’t spend too long a time at the termite mounds and continued to the first water dip of the day. It was buley rock hole, a rapid flowing stream that flowed down over smoothed out rocks, making it look like one big natural waterpark. It had lots of plunge pools and shallow rock pools where you could lounge and enjoy the sun. We took lunch with us to the water edge, expecting it to be fairly calm. Unfortunately because most people had a day off from Australia Day and most likely took an extra day, it was super busy. It was so beautiful, even all the people couldn’t spoil that. The group was hanging out in a deeper part of the stream, when Tom did a cannonball next to us. This was the start of all of us doing the same. It was pretty deep, when I jumped off my feet briefly touched the bottom. The climb on the rocks was a bit trickier than I thought it would be. I was being super careful so I would scrape off half my skin anywhere with climbing upwards. The jump was only like 2m but still, seeing as I really don’t like to swim all that much. Since my phone can go into the water, just like yesterday we did a mini photoshoot with it, so we al had pictures in the water. The water yesterday was pretty cold but this temperature was just perfect, because it’s so warm outside (today was 34) it made lounging in the water absolutely amazing. Tom suggested after a bit we would go to the next stop, since it wasn’t far no one got out of their bathers (look at me getting all Aussie) or got dressed at all, so we all got in the bus like that. Was pretty hilarious to sit on a bus in your bikini, was definitely a first for me. My shoes didn’t really help me in the river, since the rock was so smooth I had less grip as I would have had barefoot, but it made my life so much easier on the way back to the bus. The others had slippers or flip flops so they struggled a bit on the rocky path. It was only about a 10minute drive to the next place, the parking was seriously full. Even cars parked in areas that are designated for tour busses. Florence falls are two waterfalls that go into a massive lake, it was still busy but since this was actually very deep water most people were on the shallow ends. I followed one of the girls to the waterfall but soon realised that I wasn’t going to win against the current of the water. So when I spotted people standing on a massive rock in the middle of the lake that’s where I went. Everyone else soon joined me and we had fun watching people climb up on the rock wall and jumping off. Of course a few of our group did as well, now jumping off a 2 meter bolder is one thing, actually rock climbing to 5 meter holding a tree root as balance, is not for me thank you very much.

[freizeitverliebt]

🧳 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐞𝐫-𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐰 🧳 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐳𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮̈𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐳𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐮̈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧.....𝐰𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭. 😍 🧳 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐤𝐨̈𝐧𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐡𝐫 𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐡𝐫 𝐢𝐡𝐧 ? 🧳 #deeemhof #centerparcs #abenteuer #abenteuerbungalow #bungalow #centerpark #centerparks #niederlande #freizeitpark (hier: Center Parcs De Eemhof) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQRdB-uBazh/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mellyhatchet]

Yellow Belly Slider. Raven and I went to #CenterPark and fed the turtles, fish and squirrels. The lake was super green today. #MelanieCranfordPhotography #NikonP1000 #thingsisee #myday #exploreyourworld #explorewithme #iwillshootyouwithmycamera #iwillshowyoumyworld #turtlesofinstagram #turtles #FloridaLife #OrmondBeach @drakothereaper April 23, 2019. #photographlife #lovemydaughter #RavenLife #wildturtles #wildlife https://www.instagram.com/p/BwnP1tUA-U6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1w3grdyitj9y3

[calcadosinfantis-blog]

HOJE É O DIA PAGUE 3 LEVE 4 CONDIÇÃO DE PAGAMENTO EM DINHEIRO Venda online através do #WhatsApp: 📲 (67) 99290-2294 📍Rua Yokohama 22 Santo Amaro Quase de esquina com a Julio de Castilho #BairrosdacidadeCampoGrande #ÁguaLimpaPark #AlphavilleCampoGrande #AlvesPereira #Amambaí #ArnaldoEstêvãoFigueiredo #BairroSãoPedro #Bonjardim #BosquedasAraras #BosquedeAvilan #BosqueSantaMônica #BosqueSantaMônicaII #Cabreúva #Caiçara #Caiobá #CampoDourado #CarandáBosque #Centenário #CenterPark #Centro #CentroOeste #ChácaraCachoeira #ChácaradasMansões #ChácaradosPoderes #Cohafama #ConjuntoAeroRancho #ConjuntoHabitacionalEstrelaDalvaI #ConjuntoHabitacionalEstrelaDalvaII #ConjuntoHabitacionalEstrelaDalvaIII #ConjuntoHabitacionalJardimTalismã #ConjuntoHabitacionalNascenteSegredo #ConjuntoIracyCoelhoIII #ConjuntoJoséAbrão #ConjuntoParatiII #ConjuntoResidencialAeroRancho #ConjuntoResidencialBuriti #ConjuntoResidencialEstreladoSul #ConjuntoResidencialOctávioPecora #ConjuntoResidencialRecantodosRouxinóis #ConjuntoUniãoII #Coophafe #Coophamat #Coopharádio #Coophasul #Coophatrabalho #CoophavilaII #CoronelAntonino #DomAntônioBarbosa #EstaçãoAndorinhas #EstaçãoNovaLima #EstaçãoSantaMaria #Guanandi #GuanandiII #Indubrasil #ItanhangáPark #JardimAeroRancho #JardimAeroporto #JardimAltoSãoFrancisco #JardimAmérica #JardimAnaMariadoCouto #JardimArcoÍris #JardimAutonomista #JardimAuxiliadora #JardimBatistão #JardimBelaVista #JardimBonança #JardimBotânicoII #JardimCampinaVerde #JardimCampoAlto #JardimCampoBelo #JardimCampoNobre #JardimCampoVerde #JardimCanguru #JardimCarioca #JardimCentenário #JardimCentroOeste #JardimColibri #JardimColorado #JardimColúmbia #JardimCorcovado #JardimdasCerejeiras #JardimdasHortências #JardimdasMacaúbas #JardimdasMeninas #JardimdasNações #JardimdosEstados #JardimEnseadadosPássaros #JardimEstados #JardimIma #JardimInápolis #JardimIndianápolis #JardimItália #JardimItamaracá #JardimItatiaia #JardimJacy #JardimJatobá #JardimJóqueiClub #JardimLeblon #JardimLosAngeles #JardimMacapá #JardimManaira #JardimMansur #JardimMathilde #JardimMatoGrosso #JardimMoema #JardimMonteAlegre #JardimMonteLíbano #JardimMontevidéu #JardimMonumento #JardimMorenão #JardimNashiville (em Calçadinhos Infantis Malucas por Sapatilhas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtYTGsrBQ2QkR0nc3YLk24C531FAZI_cmhs2nE0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rkau6wgj2g54

[jiaxusun]

Awesome painting. #Shenzhen #painting #shotoniphone #centerpark（在 深圳市中心公园）

[minarachelle]

Centerparks het Heijderbos, the Netherlands - 2021

[der-slowakei-blog]

Über Berg und Tal

17.08.22

Unsere Einladung zum Kaffee entpuppt sich zu einer Einladung für ein Frühstück. Serviert werden Hörnchen aus Weißbrot, die hier in der Slowakei gefühlt überall zu finden sind. Für Mieke gibt's eine Wurst dazu, ich bekomme Käse - ganz schön deftig der Morgen. Wir haben immer mehr das Gefühl, dass sich der alte Herr über unseren Besuch freut. Zwar ist die Kommunikation spärlich, aber die Art und Weise wie wir miteinander umgehen ist sehr wertschätzend. Schwer in Worte zu packen. Jedenfalls fällt der Abschied nicht ganz leicht. Wir machen noch ein gemeinsames Foto, dann geht's zurück auf den Sattel.

Nachdem die ersten Kilometer wieder auf einer lebhaften Straße bestritten werden, geht es zum Glück bald auf kleinere Nebenstraßen, sodass wir endlich auch die Natur etwas aufsaugen können. Die Hügel um uns herum sind mittlerweile zu Bergen herangewachsen. Ganze Täler bauen sich vor uns auf und warten darauf befahren zu werden.

Mittagspause machen wir an einem See. Die Wiese ist sehr schön zum Liegen. Das Wasser ist jedoch eine einzige Brühe, bei dem man das Gefühl hat selbst zur Alge zu werden, wenn man sich zu lange darin aufhält. Immerhin kühlt es den geschundenen Körper etwas herunter. Die Sonne knallt nämlich wieder gnadenlos auf unserere Köpfe herab. Keine Wolke ist am Himmel. Um den See herum haben die Slowaken ein kitschiges Ferienparadies errichtet. Nicht unser Geschmack, aber es scheint anzukommen. Wir fühlen uns wie in einem zu groß geratenen Centerpark, wie wir so die Straßen entlang rollen.

Bei Kilometer 70 sammeln wir neue Kraft auf dem Lidl Parkplatz. Mieke kauft ein, während ich beobachte, wie Menschen Einkaufswägen entsperren. Zwei erbeutete Kaltgetränke leeren wir in einem Schwung. Dann geht es weiter. Die letzten Kilometer sind absolut malerisch. Wir fahren abseits großer Straßen neben einem Fluss von Dorf zu Dorf und genießen den Schatten durch die tiefstehende Sonne.

Unsere Unterkunft ist bei einer freundlichen Dame in einem kleinen Dorf, das an einen Wald angrenzt. Wir baden im nahegelegenen Fluss und kochen dann Kartoffelbrei mit Baked Beans. Wilde Kombinationen, aber sehr lecker.

Tageserkenntnisse:

1. UV Strahlung nervt.

2. Sonnencreme nervt, aber erzielt durchaus Wirkung.

3. Malerische Straßen sollte es mehr auf dieser Welt geben.

[inactive-faf]

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Thanks!

1. What were your summers like as a kid?

My siblings and I always went camping with the Scouts for two weeks. Some years my family went on holiday in so called Centerparks by Center Parcs Europe. We spent a lot of time in our garden, in outdoor pools and went to amusement parks or on short hikes. So I would say my summers as a kid were pretty cool.

4. What is your favorite book?

That is really hard. I would say "The Neverending Story" by Michael Ende or the Inkheart trilogy by Cornelia Funke. Or Cassandra Clare's Shadowhunter books!

11. What song has the most relatable song lyrics to you?

Brother by Kodaline I think. I have a really close relationship with my siblings and this song beautifully describes the feeling of growing up together and then taking different paths but still caring so much for each other.

29. Can you describe your laugh?

It's just loud.

44. Do you have a favorite quote?

"We are all stories in the end, just make it a good one." from Doctor Who.

[mindful-walks-blog]

#slow At just ten miles per hour even the cycling is sedate and casual offering an opportunity to breathe deeply, see broadly, listen widely, and be presently. #centerparks #longleat #betweenthetrees #forest #woodland #trees #speed (at Centre Parks Longleat) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwKZyAgACXt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lzk3e7jaa94b