Wassenaar

Just outside of The Hague is a small town in the Netherlands called Wassenaar. Getting there I’m transported into a very lush, very scenic area full of green fields, forests and magnificent homes. Once in the tiny city center, though, it’s a ghost town since it’s a drizzly Sunday morning.

The spirit of Sinterklaas is everywhere here as well…

and all of the sudden I’m feeling very anxious to be home for Christmas. Where has this year gone? I can already see 2012 just inches from my heels. But I’m not quite done yet. Take one last look at another windmill (this one happens to be an art gallery), and in the next post we’re going to break one of my personal records…

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