After checking out of our Amsterdam hostel and a glorious morning of tea and pastries, we piled (read: the back seats were already full so Margaret and I shoved our luggage under the seats and got crammed into the front seat with yours truly straddling the stick shift...lol stick shift...but seriously...) into a shuttle for a very cozy ride to the sleepy off-season beach town/ ex-fishing village of Noordwijk.
We checked in to the hostel and walked around the vastly closed city, pranced around the cold ocean water on the beach with dogs and surfers, found a place that was willing to make us food, and hunted down the lighthouse that wikipedia swore was worth seeing...it existed..
This will be an interesting couple of nights...
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