Monday morning Flo, Adele, Ian, and Fred and I loaded up the car and hit the road for Holland. We were planning on driving to a town or two, spending the day there, staying a night, and then driving back the next day. We took the GPS along with us—we chose Catherine as our navigator voice this time.
When we arrived in Middleburg the town was packed. People everywhere—and everyone wearing orange. We parked and followed the crowd and the sound of a live band playing not far off. We spent a few hours walking the city, looking at people, eating food, just hanging out…….
As it turned out, monday was a national holiday in Holland; Queen’s Day. So everybody was off from work and out in the streets. In the main square there was a big outdoor stage with bands playing from the afternoon until after midnight.
We spent the night in Vlissengen, at a small camping area by the beach.
Before heading home we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some things. I was excited to find that the store sold peanut butter, and I bought a big tub of it. It
is crazy—they don’t sell peanut butter in France, in fact many people have never even tasted it! I made Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwiches for Flo and I inbetween practices on Wednesday; we shared them with a bunch of the guys and for all of them it was the first time they had ever tasted a P B & J! Crazy.
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