We celebrated another beautiful Spring weekend with a trip to Holland to see their tulips at Keukenhof, the world’s largest tulip garden – the Netherland’s answer to the Floriade of Australia.

Adrian and I started our train trip at Brussel-Zuid. Various friends boarded our trains in Brussel-Centraal, Mechelan, and Den Haag, in what Cedric termed a “logistical triumph”. He also warned us that statistically the Brussels-Amsterdam local train was prone to the most delays in Benelux, however we were in luck and we made our connection with minutes to spare. A bus then took us from Leiden to Keukenhof, and we stepped through the front gates of the chateau to a magnificent garden and greeted with the sounds of an old-fashioned automated pipe organ.

In the 15th century, Keukenhof (“Kitchen-gardens“) was originally the site for the herbs and vegetables for Teylingen, held by the Countess Jacqueline of Bavaria, converted into a flower landscape by Jan David Zocher and his son Louis Paul Zocher in 1850, and then first opened as a tulip exhibition in 1949 to promote the Dutch flower export industry.

There are 15 kilometers of walking paths over 52 hectares, and over 7 million flower bulbs hand-planted. They even hire 12 swans for the duration of the opening period, fill their ponds with dutchings, and have a “t Hofje” children’s farm filled with chicks, lambs, calves, and piglets. It was a beautiful day, and even though it was filled with people there was plenty of space for everyone.

I found out afterwards that bridal parties and their photographers get free entry, although it’s unlikely that I would be able to fit into my wedding dress at the moment.

By the afternoon some of our party were feeling a little tuliped out, so we made our way back to Leiden for an afternoon of bar hopping along the canals. We finished up at Annie’s for dinner, sitting on a floating platform and watching the procession of boats filled with party-goers celebrating another fine afternoon of light and warmth.

Yesterday I regarded the park below our apartment and saw tiny yellow stars peering up amongst the green. I ventured down to explore further and found the first daffodils of the season had just bloomed. With a few days of blue sky and temperatures over 10 degrees, I think that Belgium is starting to find its way into the sunshine.

We have a full house at the moment – me and Adrian, Pepper and Mint, my sister Amy, as well as my mum and her partner Josef.

While mum and Josef were sleeping in, Adrian, Amy, and I got up early to see the Brussels Flower Carpet. Most postcards of Brussels’ Grand Place show it decked out in a magnificent floral display of nearly a million flowers. However, if one was to turn up to the Grand Place on any random day, on would only have a 0.4% chance of seeing it like that, as the Bloementapijt / Tapis de Fleurs is only present for three days every two years.

Happily, today is one of those days. While Adrian complained about the position of the sun in the sky and other such things, we climbed up the stairs of the Town Hall to view the carpet from above. This year the theme celebrates Belgium’s presidency of the EU (even though we haven’t had a government ourselves for months). We spotted the emblem of the city (an iris), the patron saint (the archangel Michael slaying a demon), and the letters “EU” woven into the display. A cute little fountain also spurted out from the centre.

It was a gorgeous morning with a bright blue sky, the sun bring out the colours of the begonias and sparkling in the water. We then celebrated our accomplishments with waffles at the secret Waffle Express hidden under the stairs at Central Station.

My mum and Josef are spending four months in Europe, house-swapping their way across the continent. In July they spent two weeks in a farmhouse in Burgundy, and they invited us to join them for a long weekend. Adrian’s mum was staying with us, so we all hopped in a hire car and drove down through the countryside.

As we had the rare use of a car, we made sure to visit a few of the more isolated World Heritage places along the way – the Château royal de Fontainebleau, la Basilique Sainte-Marie-Madeleine de Vézelay, and the Abbaye de Fontenay. However, the highlight for me was the Ferme du Château de Saint-Fargeau that I insisted that we stop and visit.

As soon as we walked through the door we were greeted by three hungry goats. I bent down to greet them and the white one promptly ate my map. I realised that it was best to return to reception and buy a bucket of feed. Returning with adequate supplies, they frantically ate out of my hands as if they hadn’t seen food for days. Adrian and I explored the farm further and found donkeys, piglets, calves, lambs, chicks, and ducklings to feed, then returned to the goats. They happily finished off the feed, with one little kid getting so enthusiastic that the bucket got stuck on her head until she managed to shake it off. The Ferme du Château de Saint-Fargeau may not have World Heritage status, but I still think it contributes to the common heritage of humanity.