We rode bikes through the Dutch countryside today, a landscape filled with windmills and tulips. One stop was at Kuekenhof, the gardens of flowers in every color and variety that bloom for six weeks every year. We were fortunate to be in Holland during that narrow window.
Tonight, my legs are sore from circling around and around. I’ll go to sleep on the barge we’re staying on dreaming of fields of pink, yellow, red, purple, and white.