The Dutch summer is something to get used to. But even more than the unpredictable weather, I am amazed by how people react to it.
As we stepped out of the house, we stepped into the rain. Luckily the bus stop isn’t far and we could wait in the shelter for the bus to Scheveningen. Also, we wore our rain coats, something quite essential around here.
Getting to the beach we had a long relaxing walk in the wind. It was pumping but it clearly didn’t deter anyone from going to the beach. If anything it encouraged more people to go, because there were scores of kite surfers on the water.
All the walking and the wind made us hungry, and we bravely walked past a stack of pancakes in a surf shop/restaurant to get some fish. Along with the best kibbeling I’ve ever had, I also had my first Haring, Dutch style.
I have to admit, it tastes better than it looks.
After the fishy experience we headed to the old town for a coffee and a warm apple tart. What luck we had, since it started to rain again just as we sat down. We could move to a spot under the canopy and enjoy our coffee until the shower passed.
Be kind. Stay safe.