The Amateur Missionary
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After hearing about Holland for years from my father, I was extremely excited to have the opportunity to see what all the fuss was about.
After being awake for 30 hours on end, I wanted desperately to make the most of my days in Holland so I was determined to beat jetlag and join the European 8 hours ahead.
If I stayed in the hotel any longer than I needed to, I knew I wouldn't be able to stay awake one more second.
So, therefore, the spontaneous train adventure to Utrecht for dinner began.
Though I was exhausted, the wonderful old city of Utrecht was amazing, less touristy than Amsterdam and the perfect place to walk around and relax.
When my father was younger he lived in the small village outside of Tiel.
The first weekend was spent with the family he lived with.
A bike ride "around the village" of Lienden turned into a 3 hour, 15 mile trek.
The weather, cold and rainy, was a lovely change from the Texas heat.
By far my favorite place in Europe so far, Amsterdam was a dream.
My personality melded wonderfully and though many people spoke English I yearned to speak Dutch.
The rain and the restaurants and the museums and the art and the canals. Simply beautiful.