First thanks for all the congratulatory words about the bike ride! I am totally recovered, not even sore. My hubby and I are on our annual trip to the Netherlands to see his family. This time we brought or granddaughter Ellery who is 6 to meet all of her Dutch relatives including a great-grandfather, aunts and uncles and many cousins. My hubby is the eldest of seven children so there are many new faces for Ellery to get to know. The region that he is from, Noord Holland or North Holland, is what many of us think of as quintessential Holland: canals, windmills, loads of tulips and farmers who continue to wear wooden shoes. Those shoes actually keep their feet dry as they work in the fields. Younger folks do not use them, but in the villages, one sees the older generation clomping around in them. Plus they are easy to leave outside the door when you step into your home. We are staying with hubby’s sister Lia in Onderdijk a small village along the Ijsselmeer. Across the street from the house is the dijk that holds the water back. Onderdijk means under the dijk-aptly named, don’t you think. Here are a few pictures:
From the potato field in back of Lia's house
(two story house behind the barn in the foreground)
Along every road in the Netherlands is a dedicated bike path.