Belgium

Yesterday we arrived very late at night in Belgium.
The grandparents live in a big house. A house without stairs. They have a huge garden and a swimming pool. I had a look at it. It's deep and the water looks clean.
"You can go inside if you like," the grandfather told me but I can't. I do not like water and I can not swim. I am not sure Francoise can. I do not see the grandparents go into the pool. Perhaps it's just there for case in need?
Francis and I walked went outside the garden and searched for blackberries. They grow outside and we can eat as many as we like. The thorns hurt me but it tastes good. We fill a container for the grandparents. Some children watch us. They say something but I am not sure what. They do not speak our language. Francoise pulls her shoulders and ignores them. Perhaps she doesn't understand them either?

Her grandmother says I can give my dirty clothes to her. She can wash them. I am not sure if I can do that because dad said I can do them in the plastic bag he gave me.

August 1, 2020
Saturday


Sometimes time passes by slow at times it goes fast. Here I can stay in bed longer although I still wake up early. I stay in bed and no one is angry with me.
We always have breakfast together in the kitchen and after breakfast, Francoise and I play outside or we lay in the sun. I think this is a vacation, a real one.
I wonder how Soot and Monty are doing. I hope they feel happy too as happy as I do. Perhaps they do not want to go home either or where they are in their new home?

I can hear the grasshoppers whole day on. Where I live there are no grasshoppers. I think they love the warm weather and belong to the summer. There are not frogs here. We searched for them. Where we live are many they are black fat fishes and they are in the ditches and canals. The only water here is in the swimming pool. It doesn't really smell like a swimming pool but frogs might not like it either. Perhaps the water is too deep for them too and there's no place to hide?

I like frogs. My mother eats them at the restaurant. She says it tastes like chicken. I wonder if that's true. I am not going to eat frog because I like them and you never know if you need one to jump in a ditch for you. I wouldn't mind kissing a frog. They are not slimy and if I have one he can be my friend and sit next to my plate. They have sweet eyes just like cows. I don't think my frog will like the food I have to eat but if so he can have it. It makes me sick anyway.

August 4, 2020
Tuesday


On my way

At home

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