I’m currently relaxing in a small village in Germany near the Dutch border.
On Wednesday I had picked up a rented car and drove the 6 hours to the German-Dutch border to visit with a cousin I’ve met only once – 40 years ago. It was a very bold move, the least of which was the drive alone in a strange country where I didn’t speak the language. I had to resort to some interesting pantomiming at a couple of the gas stops, but overall the trip was uneventful. German roads are very busy and very fast … but I held my own.
Meanwhile Husband has stayed down in Roth preparing for his Ironman-distance race on Sunday.
Yesterday my cousin took me across the border into Holland and the village of Millingen aan de Rijn to find some wooden shoes for son #2. I did manage to find him the size 13 shoes he wanted … not a tourist souvenir, but actual ‘work’ shoes found among gardening supplies.
These shoes are turning out to be quite the novelty here because of their (enormous) size. I’m not sure how I’m going to pack these big boys in my luggage but I’ve heard numerous suggestions about sailing home in them.
Our short drive through the country roads also gave me a view of my first windmill on this trip. I simply love windmills and forced my cousin to stop so I could take some pictures.
During walks with the dog and hours spent in her beautiful garden, my cousin and I have had a chance to connect as family and I’m so grateful for having taken the opportunity to visit her.
Unfortunately it comes to an end tomorrow when I have to return to Roth for Husband’s race. This side trip has been a wonderful start to our 3 week European adventure.