I could detail our trip to Leiden and Madurodam and it would sound lovely. It was. Leiden is a beautiful city with lots to see. We browsed by the American Pilgrim museum. It was closed, but it’s really just a tiny house and we could look in the windows. It was a short walk from there to the Citadel, a round fortification in the very center of the city. We had a nice coffee break on a barge in the biggest canal. The Molenmuseum de Valk was next, but we tried to visit the botanical gardens at Leiden University on our way. More on that later. The windmill museum was pretty cool and we climbed to the top where there was a great view of Leiden. 

We drove to Madurodam just outside of Den Hag in the afternoon. It’s Holland in miniature with lots of replicas of famous buildings, and classic Dutch sights and sounds. It’s very cool! We made a mental list of things that we want to see in full scale.

Those are the highlights. But is it really all that perfect? How about all the wrong turns and missteps. What about the garbage strewn across the citadel park that we avoided in our photographs? So unlike the Dutch! And then there was that argument about lack of communication as we walked all the way around Leiden University looking for an entrance to the gardens. You see, Dick goes off in a different direction or lags behind without verbalizing his intentions. He’ll come to a conclusion or get an idea in his head, but doesn’t share it with the rest of us. Certain females find this aggravating! What about the voice navigation that won’t shut up, because we can’t figure out how to turn it off. How about traveling with a teenager who is constantly asking, “what are we doing next?” or complaining, “I’m cold”, “I’m hot”, “I’m hungry”, “I’m thirsty.” Walking, lot’s and lot’s of walking = sore feet. The food is usually very good, but sometimes it’s so-so like the Chinese food in Noorwijk. Sometimes we skip a meal and get cranky because we’re hungry! 

I’m not complaining, though. I love to travel and all this stuff is par for the course! I feel so blessed to be here and there and there. I try very hard to savor the moments, record the memories and recall it all later. 

Kathryn and I enjoyed reading this e.e. cummings poem as we sipped lattes in Leiden.