 In front of the 'poffertjes' place |
(Click the picture to get full size version) Wondering what the heck I was doing in that small little country across the Atlantic, my parents came to visit last summer. They were relieved to find out that I was not yet wearing wooden clogs, wasn't selling hashish out of my windmill, nor sitting in my front window dressed in lingerie. Though they didn't quite understand why I was going on about things being gezellig while eating eating something scary looking that I called a kroket.
Since it wasn't raining (really!) we did some walks around Amsterdam,
visited the Kinderdijk, and crossed the Afsluitdijk before they went
on to see some more of Europe.
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 On Rokin by my work |
 Mom and Dad by a canal |
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 Walking through the Jordaan |
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 Their hotel |
 At Kinderdijk |
 A windmill! |
 Inside the windmill |
 That's going pretty fast |
 Picnic in the park |
 "I am not a crook" |
 Afsluitdijk |
 Dad, Sandra and Mom |
 They are off for Budapest |