|We start with a come|
|to Holland advertising|
|campaign with these pictures|
|Is it |
the "us" muse
|or a visiting muse?|
|Could she be dreaming|
of more adventures?
So here I am, happy to be back in Norfolk, as long as our small apartment stays cool, allowing a reverie of Amsterdam to occupy my mind.
|If you think this is my Amsterdam |
home then YOU are day dreaming instead of me!
It is a place where you buy your groceries on a daily basis, dragging a shopping bag on wheels with you, visiting the baker, the pastry shop, the cheese store, the wine store etc, while seating yourself half way through these chores on a terrace in the sun, for a beer or a hot chocolate according to the time of day, to watch other inhabitants or tourists file by.
|One of the loveliest tourists |
I had the pleasure of carting around
|this is how daytripping in |
Holland will be if you come
|This is real, not Disney World|
|Pictures can not tell the story|
|The Keukenhof and its flowers|
|Once captain, always a captain|
4. A day riding the train all the way to the northern province of Friesland, where we rented a motor sloop and traveled some of the many lakes up there, 5. A like day visiting the most southern province of Limburg and taking a tour of the long since closed coalmines, as well as riding a touristy little coal driven choo-choo train through the hilly countryside, 6. And to complete our set of trips to the extremities of The Netherlands, a day trip to the city of Middelburg, the capital of Zeeland; the province where I was born, a land where the everlasting struggle with the sea is evident all around you, 7. A rained out trip to the Floriade, europe's and maybe the world's largest flower and plant show, which we abandoned around lunchtime. And oh, I almost forgot number 8: A greenwheels day with our friends Gary and Linda prior to our Safari trip with them and my sister and brother in law Marjo and Herman.
|wine never tastes better|
|Really you won't find any|
Why these expansive listings? Well is it not evident? It is without a doubt my publishers hot breath in the nape of my neck, urging me to meet deadlines, while stressing the point, that I need to be more funny. My readers like to at least smile she laments, if not need to once in a while guffaw.
Dear reader, it is beyond me to be funny, writing about all the above AND do justice to posts about our sailing trip in the mediterranee on the worlds largest 5 masted ship, as well as report to you about a fourteen day safari trip to Kenya and Tanzania.
|None of the above in Kenya or Tanzania|
Thus I will cleverly shortcut the above and with the help of pictures tell you my story. You noticed I hope and in doing so, I can fast forward to the story of Rome and the sailing trip and to the one story you all await with baited breath: the Safari.
If any of you, my readers, wish to have a specific post,
|Does this make you wonder?|
what the hell is this?
PS: My publisher just perused my submission and urges me to start on the Italian story forthwith.
Did I lament about publishers???