The first day we were here our snug little two story concierge hotel was almost lifted off its foundation by the winds of a winter storm blowing in from the North Sea.
Last night, same thing. Except this time, we know the storm's name: Dennis.
During the night Dennis screamed and hammered against our windows, yammered and yowled louder than the drunks exiting the "brown bar" across the way, but had quietened down enough by this morning that we could walk to the National Maritime Museum and arrive not completely drowned like rats.
In the photo above, Bruce is standing in the amazing inner courtyard of the museum.
Ships' decorations. To me they are strongly reminiscent of fun-house figures. |
These ones even more so. |
Just as we exited the Cromhouthuizen, the skies opened. We were half an hour on foot from our hotel, with no good alternative but to walk in the soaking rain and driving wind.
But, it is just fine to arrive like a drowned rat to one's snug hotel room with nothing to do but get into some dry clothes, drink the beer we just bought at the Albert Heijn store and maybe heat a pizza if I can figure out the European oven ...
It's been a great vacation so far.
Thanks for reading!
Karen
Ship decoration: crabby sock puppet |
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