Breakfast at the Verkeley (bakery).
Sitting out, a little cool, but sunshine, watching mothers biking with cute little girls in the front box container.
Then some grocery shopping at the Lidl grocery store and the van Asch (butcher). Talked to the owners and told them we would be back in July.We had previously checked the sign at the windmill and were pretty sure it said on Wednesdays from 1:00 to 3:00 there was a docent there to give us a tour. Given that information, we walked through the community and through the just planted cornfield and sure enough, there was an ex-fighter pilot (flew F-104s) to give Deb and Ray a very complete tour and explanation of how this grinding windmill worked.
We walked back to the train station the DLC Cafe for a coffee, but they had just closed.
Then, after the girls changed, we drove over to Laren to the Loetje restaurant for a good steak. Sean, the chief chef at the Proef had suggested it.
It was easy to find, and in we went.
Ray started with a red beer to try something different. We each had way too much food. Linda had liver and onions, I had a schnitzel, Deb had a filet mignon with bacon, onions, and chicken livers, and Ray had a smoked salmon with white asparagus and potatoes. Deb and I needed take-away containers. It was good, good, good. We'll need to report back to Sean on a very successful dinner.
Even though everyone was stuffed, we decided, since we were in Laren, that Deb and Ray needed to try out proffetjes (sp?) at the special place in the park.
We sat in our private alcove.
By an ordering mistake, they not only got the pancake holes with grand marnier but, a waffle order too. Oink, oink.
And here we are with Paul who has lived here all of his life. We met him when we first came in 2010. He was born just a few blocks away.
After, we waddled back to the car and drove "home" we hit the beds.
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