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Sometimes the best ideas just come naturally. While we were tinkering and tinkering with the houses, we paused to think about something very simple: a glass of tap water. So obvious perhaps, but actually something very special. That's why we provide our guests with glass water bottles. No plastic, no hassle. Just cool, fresh tap water. And this water has a little story to tell. Water forging its way through the dunes The drinking water that comes out of our taps is largely pu

Sometimes you come across something from the past that suddenly makes it crystal clear why you've become the person you are. That's what happened to me when I rediscovered this newspaper article from 2001 – a story about my father, Fred Broers, and his visionary ideas for sustainable energy. My father wasn't a construction worker. He was an inventor —someone who recognized concepts before the technology was fully developed. And he possessed a special gift: he knew exactly wh

There are certain things that make a stay special. For me, that's a good glass of wine. I love discovering wines, reading about wineries, and finding out what makes each terroir so special. It's a hobby that keeps growing – and one that I enjoy sharing with our guests. A warm welcome with a good glass of wine A bottle of wine will always be waiting for you upon arrival at your Boutique Stay Uitgeest holiday home. This is on the house, of course – simply as a welcome gesture.

Bo and I managed to snag two tickets to see Ismo at the Carré next May. We regularly watch videos of him and both laugh ourselves silly. He's sharp, honest, and sometimes wonderfully awkward—just the way we love stand-up comedy. Maybe I find it especially special because Ismo, like me, had a spinal fusion. And look where we both are now: upright, smiling, and ready to have fun. That got me thinking. Because that's exactly what we appreciate about Uitgeest and the surrounding

There comes a time in life when you truly say "no" for the first time. Not out of stubbornness, but because you feel: This isn't for me. For me, it was when I was 18. My father asked me to convince my mother to invest in a business. Until then, I had always acted as a mediator between the two—as daughters do. But that day, I thought: No, that's not my role. And I said so. Calmly, politely, but clearly. My father looked at me, nodded, and said, "Okay." No drama. No arguments.