Haarlem, described as the younger sibling to Amsterdam, in its tourist pamphlet, has everything the larger city has and more. The canals, the beautifully wonky buildings and even the coffeeshops sit alongside a stunningly restored 18th century windmill.
Foreign supermarkets are one of the small pleasures of travelling. Never was this more true than this week in Hoofdorp where we happened upon unusual eggs.
Another beautiful morning in Hoofddorp called for an outing a little further afield today so we put together a picnic, grabbed the bikes from the garage and off we went to Haarlemmermeerse Bos.
Our first full day in the Netherlands was an interesting one. Not only have we bought crickets and worms for the lizards that we are looking after, we've also been shopping for supplies for us humans.
Sitting at the airport waiting to board the first of many flights that we will need to take in the coming months. Very much looking forward to seeing our new home, for the next three weeks anyway, in Hoofddorp.
I'm sitting on a ferry bound for Dover, the final leg of an epic journey involving a hired car, a music festival, all our belongings, a stray bit of gravel and quite a lot of mud. We've driven 1,700km, but we're not done yet...