Green Grass

When I got back to the Netherlands two weeks I was overwhelmed by the blooming trees and the green grass: spring in its most literal way.
It was almost breathtaking after the last weeks of melting snow pools of mud in Novosibirsk. It probably was not the best moment to leave Siberia. The cold and snow had really signed the winter, but this in-between-period gave nothing exotic or beautiful to the place. People were already talking about the summer, how beautiful and how hot it would be. Well, I guess I will have to experience that another time.
What I am discovering at the moment is the beautiful spots in my own country.
Today my father showed me one: while we were biking through the Betuwe (the region where the fruit grows) we ended up in a hidden little street along the river side, with three old thatched-roofed cottages and lots of flowers. Most people miss this street. They stop at the church nearby to have a look at the tower that is know as the Dutch tower of Pisa.
One of the cottages serves bed and breakfast. A perfect place to hide or get away from everyone and everything.
There is a café further down the road with a few on the river where you can get your morning coffee.
I can show you the way, just let me know!