Finally…!
For the first time since last September, when Ludovika visited us, my husband and I have made it back to Dornumersiel. 🙂
As mentioned in an earlier post, we had planned to come back to Dornumersiel back in spring but had to cancel the trip when Harry collapsed on the tram which was going to bring us to Hanover Central Station.
Our journey did not go entirely smoothly because, at the subway station where we had to get off the tram, the elevator was out of order.
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We’ll be off to East Frisia again tomorrow but before we leave, I’d like to introduce to you our very own creation for a poultry dish.
We called it Tuscany Chicken Wraps. That’s chicken fillets stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in raw ham, baked in a “Toscana” sauce with mushrooms.
For the sauce, we are not above turning to our Gaulish kitchen help, Knorrfix. 😉
In fact, it is a “fix product” from Knorr, a well-known German food manufacturer.
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Well, at least, that’s what my new dress says. 😉
As mentioned in a previous post, I don’t really have a clue what punk is all about. But I got my lovely husband breath into a paper bag again so I guess everything is alright. 😁
Indeed, this should be the hottest piece of (almost no) clothing I have in my wardrobe. 🔥
I’m pretty sure that most dolls have certain exhibitionist traits. I certainly do wherefore I’m very fond of dresses allowing my to present my respectable assets.
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🎼 …’cause this land’s the place I love and here I’ll stay. ⛴️
Well, Harry and I are working on the latter but it has proven to be really difficult to find a place to live permanently up in East Frisia.
Accordingly, we had to travel back home last April at the end of a wonderful week on the most beautiful island in the world, Spiekeroog.
For our outward journey, our ferry had been switched at short notice from the “Spiekeroog II” to the “Spiekeroog I” on which the wheelchair spaces were poorly positioned nowhere near a window.
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About time to continue my reports from our holiday to the island of Spiekeroog back in April.
Understandably, my lovely husband wanted to spend one day hiking through the dunes to the east of the village.
Unfortunately, there are no paved paths there, so I wouldn’t be able to go there with my wheelchair.
Well, as you can tell from the sign, girls with cup size C or larger are not allowed to go through the dunes, anyway. (That is what the sign says, right?
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