Mr. Finlandia and I managed to squeeze in a few days of touring during our visit for one of his best mate’s wedding. I was delaying in writing this post as I expected a plethora of awesome words or captions to flood from my fingers onto here….but yeah that didn’t happen so thusly I present a snapshot of sorts to our little adventure in complete random order. Here’s to hoping I don’t bore you mercilessly.
Home of gorgeous old buildings that for a moment made me feel as if I were back in England and this blue ceramic delftware which I am sure was preposterously overpriced for tourists but kitschy so much so that I actually bought something….for myself. Ladies and jellyspoons this is rare.
In the same square as the fantabulous building for the wedding stood this church:
and sad to say I was feeling adventurous. See that bit just below the spire but still above the black part…yeah you can walk all the way up there. All 376 narrow medieval death stares that the Dutch are so fond of (example of said narrowness in a typical house here)
Thinking that I was in much better shape than I really am we climbed…..and climbed….and climbed….and cursed medieval architects. Once I made it more than halfway I was determined to continue. I’m still not sure if that decision was wise or not. In fact I was so bushed that by the time I got up there I looked like this:
Killing more time we took a train to Den Haag (or rather The Haage to the rest of us). It was such a strange mix of modern sky rise cityscapes right next to old houses.
There we witnessed at least one travesty:
LOOK HOW MANY OPTIONS!....and all written only in Dutch….grrrr…..
And do this:
and in-between bouts of trying to not get run over by one of the gazillion cyclists that were EVERYWHERE
Now without prior knowledge of Dutch Christmas culture one could come to rather the wrong conclusion in a first glance.
Toodles Sweets - Ariane