Boats in Zwolle's star-shaped canal. . . and the guy who had something to say about that: "Take my picture. I'm prettier than a boat."
FIRM handshakes, red lilypad leaves and our first croquette. Tales of two churches, and headstones of the long gone. We set foot in great-great-grandpa's old bakery, and learned that Dad has his grandfather's eyes. Far across the dikes, we found family in Friesland.