Windmills. Clogs. Stroopwafels. People that speak English better than you do. People that speak hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy and swallow as many of their words as Danes do. Holland. Where tulips grow in brilliant colours. Where coffee bars are not only coffee bars. Where the windows are purposely huge so that furniture can fit through them when moving house. Where many houses are tilted as the foundations under them have moved. And where you can sit in the ‘Dutchtub’ (a wood-fired Dutch design hot tub) in your back garden and listen to the creatures of the night.
Two and a half hours Northeast of Amsterdam lies the dinky village of Schouwerzijl, a place that makes you feel like you have stepped into a fairytale. The houses look like they belong in a dolls house and have exceptionally giant windows. A canal weaves gently through the village. During the summer people swim in it. In the winter, they skate on it. Cyclists cycle quietly by on ‘sit-up-and-beg’ bikes. Theres a boat that takes you along the canal to other villages so you can buy your groceries. There are mini campsites dotted all over the countryside, complete with lamas and canoes. There are islands close by, beautiful beaches and nature reserves. It is a heavenly part of the country and well worth exploring, especially on these divine summer days.
Happy summer days 🙂