This is why we say ‘Bless You’ after a sneeze

Sometimes,- or actually, most often I have some random thoughts and questions going through my mind. When A. and I were on our way to an afternoon tea cottage in The Netherlands I had a sneeze – There isn’t a day that goes by without me sneezing – and of course A. said: ,,Bless you.” then he popped the question that I have been thinking about for a little while too: Why do we say ‘bless you’ after someone sneezes? 

When I get my mind set on something, I will not let it go before I have a solid answer. So my research began and I have been reading several articles, blogs, papers, journals ,whatever I could find, to get an answer to that burning question of ours.

Here is what I got,

The new year new me bullsh%t

I am still strolling around on this globe; I am still breathing; I am still taking photos of my food.

I know it has been quite a long time since I have written any blogposts, but I have been very active on my Instagram trying to gain more followers and joining the foodie community, which I very much enjoy!

The reason for my absence on my website was mainly because of the job that I had started in September, it asked a lot of time and energy – double shifts three to two times a week and ‘normal’ 8 hour shifts on the other two/three days -. As most of you know: I am a very busy bee who had lots of other things beside the working life, but like I said: the job asked a lot from me both physically and mentally, resulting into not doing anything else than take rest after.- I do have to say that I knew what I had signed up for, but just did not realise how much it actually affected me.

So after four months of blood, sweat, tears, laughter, friendship, and sore legs from all that standing, yet an other opportunity has came onto my path, greeting me with open arms and I accepted its embrace.

Upcoming Monday I am starting a new adventure as an intern at a wellknown global company. It will be completely new for me as I have been in the Hospitality Industry for almost a decade and now…. I will have…. a nine to five job.. Monday till Friday…. Every weekend off… Am I dreaming?? I am joining the ‘normal’ labour! Whoohoo!

I have been talking to family and friends about it, and especially my parents were their critical advisory self and pointed out that I will go back in salary. Which is true, but then again; it is a completely new thing for me, I have basically no clue what is waiting for me, so being trained for half a year is actually the best way to start, and if it means earning a bit less to eventually do what I want to do can be considered as: one step backwards, and three steps forwards! – Did I say this right? Or is it something compeletely Dutch of me? –.

So yea, this post is basically a quick update, I did not go in too much detail, but I promise I will come back to it very very soon!!


What’s in our fridge?

Ok, I am sorry and I know I had promised to post every Thursday and Sunday. But yesterday was my day off as I work most weekends and finally had a whole day to spend with A.!
We went for a cycle through Hackney Wick, had brunch at The Breakfast Club there – Another tick off the list! (see The Breaky Club one of my first posts) – and it was delicious!! If you follow me on my instagram you have probably seen what I ate there – I’m hungry again –.

Today is another day off for me and it was time for me to do some groceries at my favourite supermarket:

Loving the area that I live in

Yesterday was a beautiful day in London, having evening shifts all week I could enjoy the weather for the entire day. A. has a 9 am to 6 pm job and we decided to meet up for lunch as we barely get the chance to see each other as my job starts at 6 pm.

We recently discovered a Lidl quite near us, I was so happy when we found it. It is cheap, and the products have a good quality, especially for the price you are paying! I used to be doing groceries at Lidl all the time with my friends back in Uni; mark this:
A week worth of groceries at Sainsbury’s used to cost me

I do not like the word ‘Goodbye’

,,A goodbye opens new doors,” that is what my aunt said to me, which I found a very beautiful thing to say, well she said it in Dutch which I personally think sounded way better: ,,Een afscheid opent nieuwe deuren.”

If you have been following me for a little while – This blog is still very fresh as I started only three months ago –, you probably have read in A step towards emigration that I was preparing myself to permanently move to London instead of frequent visits to be with my boyfriend.
Well, tomorrow that day I have been waiting for, for two years is finally there.

As exciting that new adventure is,it meant

The most disturbing dream I ever had..

I have a very vivid imagination and my dreams can be quite weird/disturbing sometimes. I remember 9 out of 10 dreams I have almost in detail, and the majority are not that pleasant. Sometimes there is an explaination of why I dream a certain dream; stress, many things on my mind or something ‘major’ happend recently. But sometimes.. just sometimes, there is no explaination at all for a certain dream. This was one of them, and I wanted to share it with you:

Just to point out that this is what happend in my dream, no add-ons or something. And I can also smell and feel things when I am dreaming.. I am such a weirdo, haha.

it started when I was


Ok, I have to apologise again for not posting frequently, but if you have read my previous review about the dinner at Jackie’s you know that I am still in my two weeks of practical lessons… which means working for free… free labour… I would almost call it volunteer work; But it is not; as I did not volunteer; it is mandatory for uni. And the only ‘reward’ that I will get are my ‘final points’ so I can graduate. – Can I cry somewhere in a dark corner, please?– and