Time Takes Flight.

C’mon now!

This week seriously just whizzed by me and I don’t have too much to show for it. We still don’t know when our imported dog will arrive

I think we’ve tentatively settled on the name “Guus”, which in English is “Gus” but pronounced completely differently in Dutch. Kinda like Goose, but with a hard ‘g’.

For Guus’s privacy I will not be releasing his photo, but I did a search and found another picture of an American Bulldog who looks very similar to our Mister Man.

Mmmmmmm....water....goood...

We’re so in love already, and just can’t wait to have him here!

We booked a house in the Ardennes (see here if interested: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ardennes) for a long weekend at the end of this month. We’re REALLY hoping Guus will be here by then, so he can come enjoy mountain life with us.

Yeah, I’ve got doggy brain.

It’s Sunday, which means back to work tomorrow. Which also in turn means, I got to get my butt off the computer and start sorting out Sunday night dinner.

Turkish Airlines Crash

This past Wednesday morning a flight originating from Istanbul, Turkey crashed short of the runway at Amsterdam’ s Schiphol Airport.

The area where the plane crashed was about 5km from the house where I work(ed) in Amsterdam. I remember having an underlying fear of an airplane crashing into our house when I lived there full time. Sometimes (depending on how they were controlling air traffic?) the incoming planes would skim just above our townhouse causing a bit of a rumble.

I have a fear of flying. I’m not sure if I’m ‘allowed’ to call it a severe phobia because I DO fly. I’ve never let myself get to the point of refusing to fly.. mostly because my of fear not seeing the world is even greater.

However, each time a plane crashes it gets worse (my fear). This time was a little bit too close to home. I was in the Hague on Wednesday morning, and returned to Amsterdam around 18.00 that evening. I could see the reckage (not that I wanted to, but rather that I couldn’t really avoid it in order to get home). I’ve really tried to limit my flights as much as possible lately.  Even suggesting to my boyfriend that we avoid any vacations this year that include air travel.

It’s not a good phobia to have but in this day in age, and with me living 7,000+ km’s from home it’s really unavoidable. Each time I land after a flight, I can’t help but feel like I’ve cheated death. How irrational is this?

I think we’re due for a road trip through the Alps this Spring.

I’m so saddened by what happened this past Wednesday. I think plane crashes are so tragic, and so many innocent lives are lost. It’s all up to the “luck of the draw”.. and giving up control like that is not easy.

Not that anyone out there can hear/feel this… but I’d like to send my condolences to everyone effected, and those who lost their loved ones. My heart aches for you.

I’m sorry.