Okay, here goes, another vacation post. I'm going to sum up close to three weeks in Holland in a single post, so get a cup of coffee, a beer, a margarita, or whatever floats your boat, and settle down for a long winter's nap...Oh wait, that's not quite right, I mean settle down for a fascinating, adventure-filled post, chock-full of nuts (oops, I mean highly interesting, unbelievably good-looking people).
We knocked ourselves out looking for some extreme sports to thrill and amaze you, and here's what we came up with:
Biking with kids. The risk is falling off when your kid won't sit still.
Taking kids to pool. High risk of being thrown into the water by kids (Hey, there are four here, last time I checked we only had three. So, which one isn't ours?).
Ghost busting. Laughing until you wet your pants is a definite risk here.
Feeding the ducks. Risk of having your finger bitten off by ferocious feathered beasties.
Getting dirty. Definite risk of having a bath afterward.
Trampolining. I don't even need to tell you what the risk is here.
Besides trying out high risk sports, we also did some more relaxing, touristy stuff. Let's see, there have got to be some windmills in here somewhere...
We drove down a blue street in Drachten, which was once a canal, they made it into a road, and now they decided that they really miss the canal, so they painted it blue and in the future they're planning on turning it back into a canal. (Talk about fickle, will ya'). These guys don't seem to realize that it's not a canal yet...
Pieterburen. Hmmm, St. Petersburg 1806 km...too far to walk. Nope, no windmills around here.
Orphaned seals in Pieterburen. Anybody want to adopt? They make great pets. All you need is a big pool and a large supply of fresh fish.
Emmen zoo. An educational field trip.
Where are the kids? Oh wait, those are the monkeys. We learned lots by watching them, like the best way to control your offspring is to hold them by their tails. Unfortunately, our kids don't have any tails, so that technique's out. The girls also learned some fascinating things (that had nothing to do with holding anybody's tail). Let's just say they now have the birds and bees perfectly straight.
Giraffes' horns are soft and fuzzy...and they are tall (okay, maybe we already knew that, but we wanted to pet them anyway).
If you stand still enough... butterflies will land on your shoulder. Very pretty, but we haven't seen any windmills yet.
Who's the kid here?
We also visited some more serious places:
Wirdum. This is the house my Mom grew up in, and I used to spend my summers in. Now it's a shop...nothing like going back to your grandparents' house and finding it full of knick knacks. Well, I guess that's what you usually find in most grandparents' houses anyway.
The house where my Mom was born. First it was a church, then a house, now it's a garage...is nothing sacred anymore?
Okay, we're hungry and we're not walking any further until we eat.
Bridge over troubled water. Well, I guess it would only be trouble if one of us fell in.
This is the house that Jack built. No, it's really a small hand-built chapel, that is used for weddings, meetings, concerts, etc.
And inside the church...we find the professor in the pulpit.
Windmill. Okay, that's obvious. So, we finally found a windmill...not a real one, but it'll do.
And, last, but not least a visit to the Afsluitdijk. This dike is 32km long and keeps the North Sea out (I wouldn't want to be that kid plugging the dike with his finger if this one ever gets a hole).
Celebrating 75 years of the Afsluitdijk and of my Omke Wiebe! (If you click on the picture you can see it says: 75 yaar Afsluitdijk.)
And that, my friends, concludes this blogcast of the Endless Vacation Pictures. I hope the Spanish Inquisition doesn't barge in on us as we enjoy photo after photo of my family doing...well, what everybody does on vacation...pose for pictures, of course.