One of these days, I am just going to have to admit that I am really not a city girl. On our second day in the Netherlands we escaped Amsterdam for a few hours to visit the quaint windmill village of Zaanse Schans.
Raymond and I visited Zaanse Schans once before, on our honeymoon in December with record low temperatures. It was so cold that the canals froze and people were ice skating. The walk from the train station into the village was brutal, with wind whipping relentlessly over the water. But on this visit, that wind was a cool and refreshing breeze, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was sweet with the smell of fresh grass.
We spent much of our time in the pigment grinding windmill of De Kaat, but also visited the cheese shop, the bakery (where we ate warm stroopwaffles despite the heat of the day), and the wooden shoe factory. It was a slow and relaxed day, and maybe a bit on the touristy side, but it was lovely – and exactly what we needed.