So do you want to take a stab at saying that name three times really fast? I can barely say it once, but Zierikzee is my final stop in Zeeland. From Middleburg to here, I run across old windmills… and their newer counterparts… and lots of water… But as soon as I pull up within the city limits, there is …
Let’s Skip The Quixotic Chases
 The first time I got to see a windmill up close and in person, it was dark outside and the tavern inside, where we were hoping to get a beer, was closed.  I’d arrived at Le Moulin Defrenne too late. This time, I’m prepared like a Boy Scout. I’ve perused the mill database and concluded that eventually all roads …