We went to Marken, home of the wooden shoe. Of course, I got a pair. Mom had purchased a pr for all the girls in the family but they were the original so I got a pr of normal ones which were actually made there. We went for a walk in the town where all homes are green or black because in the olden days, sounds so cliche, the only colours were green from the herbs and black from tar because people were too poor to have anything else. Beautiful town but people weren't very fond of visitors. I get it. Also viewed a cheese shop - Gouda, of course. Yes, I bought some.
Next off to Volendam which is a wonderful fishing village that u have to take a ferry to get to. Quaint homes and great food. Guess what we had for lunch? Yeah, u'r so smart. We of course had rose wine and fish- locally caught. Delicious!
We headed to a small village where there were a small set of windmills. The town of Zaanse Schans - a Unesco listed windmill village. There is a man names Jab something, who has made it his life's work to save the windmills. Now from 30 000, there are only 3 000 left in Holland.
This day, for me, has been a re-enactment of a day my parents had spent together a very long time ago as my Mom was able to revisit her homeland and share it with Dad. It was a cool day.
We reached our hotel, dropped off our grocery stuff and headed off for a walk to do various things. Wow, various things are plentiful here in Holland.
