and France and Belgium and Switzerland and Luxembourg, with a dash of London thrown in by mistake. It was so wonderful to see Hj’s family again and introduce Ellie and Adam to the Holland they have heard so much about.
We missed our flight in Denver so we got to sit in the airport and wait for 13 hours before starting our 8-hour flight. It was a long day, as I recall, but I try not to recall. I know we ran out of snacks early on.
Adam turned 3 while we were in Holland, and Hj turned 30. Hj’s parents celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary as well, so there was plenty of cause for celebration. We spent a fun weekend at Disneyland Paris with the whole family, before Hj and I took our kids on a little road trip.
We spent a night in France at a YWAM base with our friend who is like family, Allison. We spent another lovely day and night in Switzerland with more beautiful friends that YWAM has allowed us to meet.
We’re so glad we didn’t miss the beautiful country of Luxembourg, where we stayed in a castle and visited an art gallery. The countryside was green and lush and moist and refreshed our souls. After a few years of living in the desert of Colorado, a rainy day feels like such a novelty to me.
We got to spend time with both of Hj’s grandparents. We did the Easter egg hunt in Opa Fousert’s green yard among the tulips and daffodils, being careful not to fall into the canal. We made some sweet memories with all the generations together, sharing tea and cookies and memories from the past.
We loved all the special times we had with Hj’s family. We packed a lot into 2 weeks, but we saw everyone we wanted to see, we ate everything Hj had dreamed of, and we visited all the spots ew really wanted to see. Here Ellie is riding to the train station on the back of her cousin’s bike. We took the train to the Hague for Adam’s birthday, and visited a children’s book museum.
I hope you can see beyond the jetlag and culture shock of the Amish woman in the photo below. It doesn’t look like it, but I was having the time of my life! I shared with over 400 Dutch young people about growing up Mennonite, marrying a Dutch guy and about the goodness and faithfulness of the Lord in my life. To be honest, I preached a little.
The next day, a photographer came and took pictures of me in the park by Hj’s former home, right next to his old school. At one point, I remember seeing faces crowded around the windows. I suppose not every day an Amish woman is being photographed outside the schoolhouse windows.