Cheese and Churches, and No International Incidents

  We are headed to the shore tomorrow, somewhere called Katwijk Aan Zee, because I need to see a beach, even if the high temp will be 57. I will be fully clothed and under an umbrella.  This is our last leg, before we catch our flight out of Amsterdam and head back to Atlanta. I miss my animals, my plants and my children. ( not in that order, but I like to keep them guessing!) People need to hear the sound of their own floors creaking. Something called home.
   The trip continues for a couple more days, to have been fun, for the hubs and I. There has been an abundance of Cheese and Churches. 
 Also, no real international incidents. ( Thank you, VB for being on stand-by for me, with bail money )
  I must confess to some close calls.
             1. Ann Franks House, that was on my bucket list, I may have caused a ruckus. We waited for hours, and then went inside, and the people taking your money looked at little like Hitler to me. Very Blond scary German looking, I asked Bill, " Could they not have some Jewish people working in this holy place of my friend Ann." I started to panic, a tad. I began to walk on bricks that she had walked on, into the house and out, I sort of fell on my knees and rubbed my hand over them, I could feel the pain. Then we turned a corner and four or five big pictures of this child, from school were hung in the dark room, with minimal light!
AND the ceiling was near my head, "Bill, I have to go." Husband, " Are you kidding?"
at this point the color of my skin is green, and I think I hear the Germans ( which I did) " No, I will wait for you in the lobby, this is just too much, I will visit with Ann in spirit, in the lobby." So I did, told her how sorry I was for things in this world, and I don't know why bad things happen, and I love her. Bill took his sweet time, and I asked him could I have done it, gone through, and he said "no." I felt better, I had waited so long to see it, and I didn't need to see it, I know the story in my soul.
           2. This one was close, because there were more people around, we were in the Rijks Museum.
I was enjoying the great art, in a grand place, when odors started to bother me. That's right I have a acute sense of smell! I looked and looked, and it started to get hot, and the smells got worse, with the increasing flocks of seagulls( people, I was started to go to la-la land) Bill was just in the middle of the thousands of people, I was on the outside trying to get a peek, when I yelled, not really YELLED, but.... " Bill I have to leave, this place smells like farts and body odor!"  He looked defeated, " but don't you want to see......" I was out the door, how can I enjoy art with all those smells, its impossible. So we sat in the gardens for a spell and looked things up on Google!
         Bill was just happy that, no police were involved. ( and Vicki held onto her bail money!) ( girls there are still two more days)
         It is not easy to travel, but what is easy? Nothing is easy, but look at the stories.
         Now let me go pack my suitcase, and be happy that I have someone willing to carry it for me.
         Thanks Dr. Bill, as always.