I spotted a herd of the famous Dutch camper-caravans in their native environment. I was able to sneak up quietly and capture a photo of them unaware of my presence. They appeared to have recently groomed one another, based on their clean appearance.
Today's synopsis: three historic windmills today (one of them actually working) and many modern ones; riding along long dikes and canals and crossing on bridges over locks; being buffeted about by unbelievably strong side- and head-winds, which resulted in a pace of about 4-6 mph at times.
My lodging is again with one of the Vrienden op de Fiets, this time a woman slightly older than me, who welcomes hikers and cyclists. She has just about as many English words as I have Dutch (3), but is a great sport and we managed to have a conversation using pictures, maps and charades. Her son and daughter-in-law, both English-fluent, are now here, which helps a lot. They have invited me to eat dinner with them, and I'm excited about the smells which are coming up from the kitchen. It is so wonderful being able to meet local families and stay with them.
I have my own light-filled bedroom, but Danni and I will share the bathroom. As is often the case in France, the toilet is in its own little room, separated from the shower and sink. Here, the toilet is on the ground floor and the rest is on the 2nd floor with the bedrooms. I'm beginning to realize what a surplus of space we have in most U.S. homes.
I'm very excited about finishing up tomorrow. I'd really appreciate it if it didn't rain, but we'll see what comes.