Time Traveling in Holland

Weird day in Arnhem. We must have wandered into some kind of time warp.

We had hardly gotten started when we ran into a crowd of Dutch-style little people. Maurice, being Maurice, got into an argument with them.

My little toe, broken back home, was bothering me, so we called in at a medical clinic. The doctor was a handsome fellow, but his office could have used a bit of updating.

He told me to stay off the toe. Yeah, right. As we left, we passed the birth control clinic . . .

Moving on, we ran into a few of Maurice's new friends here in Holland:

One of them, he seemed to be particularly chummy with. Downright giddy to see her . . .

Well, of course, my toe was still bothering me, so we decided to rent bikes to get home. It was late in the day, so all of the more modern bikes were gone . . .

Basically, the whole day was a write-off. But not totally. There was still time for Maurice to do laundry when we got home.

Okay, truth. We spent the day at the Openluchtmuseum, meaning "open air museum" -- one of those historical re-creation kind of places. My favourite experience was the bike. Worst design ever. Except for that 10-speed racer I bought when I was 28. Yeah, I remember that bike. Today's bike was the second-worst design ever.