Fortunately we never made it any further than Rotterdam. Home to a Holland St. City of architecture and Run D.M.C.
Starting our visit with dinner at Hotel New York, I was amazed at how similar Heineken tastes to that poured in my native land. And if you don’t know the history of Hotel New York, it’s probably where your Dutch relatives first set sail to the New World 100 years ago. You could almost feel the anticipation and excitement reverberating throughout the walls; immigrants young and old dreaming of a new life a world away.
That last sentence isn’t really true. But the mushroom Ravioli with Truffle sauce was muy delicioso.
And the shopping. My God, the shopping. Stores a plenty. Ya know, if that’s your thing.
And the women. My God, the Dutch women. Tall. Beautiful. A plenty. If that too is your thing.
It’s only a shame we couldn’t make it a little further North. A land known to combine the two. Maybe next week. For your birthday.
A walk through Veerhaven.
A view from Veerhaven of the Erasmusbrug.
From Erasmusbrug looking over to Hotel New York. It's the little on on stage left, your right.
Walking home over the Erasmusbridge during sunset. Too bad you weren't there so I could kiss you.