I’m going to Holland in January. I didn’t pick that month. Stewart is teaching a workshop then and I will tag along. (Check it out if you want to get creative in the Netherlands.) I know it will be cold. I know I won’t see fields of tulips gracefully nodding their heads in the breeze. I read somewhere that Holland has more museums per capita than anyplace else in the world, so I hope to see some of those. And maybe a windmill or two.
I found these images today, when I was browsing through an “antiques” store which, as habits go, is one of my better ones. In a moment of synchronicity, I came across a pile of old postcards, including these from Holland in the 1980s. (I always gravitate toward bins of old letters and faded photos. I can’t stop pawing through them even as I send up a silent plea that my own personal papers never end up in an old plastic bucket in a junk shop that smells a little like pee, as this one did.)
These postcards mostly depict the stereotypical, summery sights that I will not see. This one of a hotel in Arnhem is my favorite . . .
And this is why . . .
Dear Janet, thank you for making me laugh out loud. When I get to Holland, I hope all the cows aren’t in the barn.
Janet’s postcard has me smiling too. And having the quirky hope that she may happen to see your post and her postcard of so many years ago. That would be awesome!
Her mother’s full name was on the postcard, so maybe I could indeed find Janet. :-)
Exciting! Will you mind if it smells like cows in front of your hotel? ; )
Hi Denise! We are staying at a friend’s apartment in Rotterdam and, while I would be surprised if it smells like cows in the street, I would not mind!