After an early night – I say early but I think we were up until 3 a.m. eating candy in bed and laughing at ourselves- and a not so early morning (oops) we planned on spending the day outside of the city.
It was 80 degrees and sunny and perfect for a trip to the beach.
The twenty minute trein ride to Zandvoort was scenic but uneventful – although it did spark a conversation about possibly hitching a ride to Paris later in the week. It was also cool to get out of the city and see some of the more ‘country’ parts of the Netherlands.
There were villages that looked exactly like how you would picture a quaint Dutch town to be. Old Dutch houses alongside small canals, horses and sheep grazing around huge green fields and even a couple old school windmills.
Our day was full of tanning, beer, and fried goat cheese. The croquettes were John’s idea- we just had to try some traditional Dutch food- but I knew it sounded bad when the guy said they take whatever they have in the kitchen and fry it. I’m honestly still not exactly sure what we were eating but the restaurant was an Indian-ish style, beach side bar. I wish I had taken a picture of it without me in it.
The thunder and pouring rain when we go back into the city brought our plans of a fun night out to a stop. Fortunately, John and I can have fun together regardless and we enjoyed our night hiding from the rain at the various pubs in the square right behind our hotel.
We even got some local tips from a friendly Irish bartender we met that we added to our agenda for the next day. I’m still disappointed at my lack of picture taking, though.