Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Flower market


The Flower Market in Amsterdam


We had to visit the flower market. It was a rainy morning, but that didn't stop us from checking out the flower stalls and taking a dozen pictures. Amaryllis blooming in March, so big and beautiful. I was so tempted to buy bulbs and have them shipped home, but I couldn't buy everything. Leslie bought her Dutch wooden shoes here. She was told an interesting tidbit about the shoes. The plain ones are for working in the fields, the yellow ones are for church, the red ones for the bride on her wedding day, and the blue ones for the groom on his wedding day. Our Dutch friends said they never heard that about the red and the blue. Sounded good anyways.

Breakfast in Hoorn


Continental breakfast courtesy of the hotel we were staying at in Hoorn. We always took a window seat, which turned out to be a good thing, since Marleen stopped by three times when she noticed us there. I took a picture of the breakfast that was served between 7 and 10 am for the guests of the hotel. Our tablecloth is actually a woven Turkish rug. Our choice of coffee or tea is served with a plate of cold cuts and cheese, a basket of bread and rolls, a soft-boiled egg, and a glass of orange juice, fresh squeezed it seemed. On our last day we find out that in the basket of bread is a delicious gingerbread tasting bread wrapped like a cracker, and we never had tried it before. I'd like to have that recipe.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Amsterdam

One of our last nights in Amsterdam, at last the rain stops and we are able to take some shots with the sun hitting the building along the canal in the city.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008


The coast along the Atlantic is very rough this day due to the storm. We have had rain every day at some point. We also have experienced hail and snow, so it is a typical spring. Being so close to the coast water is everywhere.

We have come to walk along the beach, here we are being silly imitating the statue. This is along the dike. Many people were out to walk along the beach even though it was windy and cold. We drank hot chocolate after the walk. Leslie and I are joined by Marleen and her father, Nico and her mother, Marjo.

Nico, Marjo, Carolyn and Leslie