Breakfast

The hotel breakfasts are to die for!
I am back in the room after indulging myself on a specially prepared omelette, European breads, and the most delicious yogurt mixture. I try something different every morning, and everything has been wonderful. I will take pictures tomorrow. Trip keeps commenting on how the coffee is the best he has ever had, and it is truly so much better than anything we have in the US.

At noon we plan to leave for a "Countryside Tour" that I reserved before we left. It looks like we will be riding a bus to places that we think of as traditional Holland, old windmills, fishing villages, cheese shops, and places where wooden shoes are made. Sounds like a lot of photo opportunities.

Jemgum, our Saturday excursion, was so much prettier than I had imagined. It was all green, picturesque, relaxing. There were some newer neighborhoods of red brick two story houses that were very close together. The streets were brick also and narrow. I think it is primarily a farming village, hopefully dairy as we saw a lot of back and white cows that looked full of milk. The main person we talked to was a Nederlander named René who was sitting on a ledge overlooking boats on the River Ems. He had spent a lot of time in America when he was in his twenties, but was in his sixties now. He told us things about the history of Jemgum, and we found it all interesting.