There’s a gorgeous house nestled amongst birch trees in the foothills of Mt Annupuri, Niseko, Hokkaido, Japan. In winter there is sixteen metres of powdery snow each year, in summer and autumn the wind rustles the leaves and the red farmhouse rooves glow in landscapes you’ll know from Miyazaki films. Totoro is around every corner. No matter what time of year it is, the food is amazing.
Luckily for us we now own this house, we’ve started Japanese lessons and are looking forward to spending a lot more time in Japan over the next few years. But we can’t be there all the time.
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Jacob had one of the more surprising weeks of his life this week when a two day car trip was followed by a week at 1800m at Les Arcs, where everything was white. Just when he got used to this, all the new strange people and french baby food, it was back in the car and another two days back to the Netherlands with a stop-off in Neufchateau in France.
More on that later………….
Descartes had it all wrong. According to Jacob its “I move therefore I am” or maybe its just the after effects of two days in a Maxi-cosi and a body full of white blood cells from a week at high altitude.
We have to stop feeding him.
When we got back from Les Arcs I found an email from Hasitha waiting complete with a photo of his son Kieran who is now three months old. Kieran is very handsome although I’d be worried if I was Hasitha, he also looks very determined!
Our week in Val Thorens was fabulous. Val Thorens is the highest ski resort in France at 3000m with the greatest area of pistes. The weather was great with brilliant sun every day of the week. I was incredibly lazy and spent a lot of time lying on various terraces in the sun, Ron was a lot busier, snowboarding his way over most of Val Thorens and beyond, with ‘tochts’ down to Courcheval and beyond.
Funnily enough our week was a lot more Dutch than French, since we went with a group of Dutch friends. In fact it was more Dutch than our daily life in Amsterdam! We ate primarily Dutch food, went mostly to a Dutch bar and generally managed to ignore the fact that we were in France. Who says colonisation is dead? From the plethora of English and Dutch bars in tourist spots around the world it seems to be a hard habit to drop.