A little bit of nature never hurt anyone.
We ended our little excursion with a lunch of Dutch pancakes in the kid-themed local restaurant, right next to a huge children’s playground. While Teko got the old-fashioned version and rolled it up the old-fashioned way, I decided to go for something more complicated – with bacon, cheese, onions, and mushrooms – and surprised myself by nearly finishing all of it. It still amazes me that there are these restaurants in the middle of nowhere and that there are enough people to actually keep them running. Even more surprising, the service staff was smiling and attentive, asking us every so often if everything was all right. For a moment there I thought I was back in the States. There’s hope for this country, yet.