I spent the last few days in a town call Den Haag, or The Hague. People say it's the true capital of the Netherlands because it is the base of all things government, and home to the great Peace Palace.
My favorite thing about this place is the city center is bumpin and crazy and had a million things for you to do, but jump on the tram for five minutes and you're on a beautiful beach that was dead as can be. I'm sure the beach is crazy in peak season but I arrived one day after "tourist season" and most things were shutting down. My favorite time of year.
I spent the first day navigating my way through the town, turns out you didn't have to walk the two miles from the train station to my hostel. There was a tram from the station to my hostels front step, but the walk was beautiful none the less. Side note all this walking with what feels like a four hundred pound bag has put me in great shape.
I think this was my favorite part of the Netherlands, the beaches, lighthouses and harbors made me feel right at home. I biked from one end of the beach to the other on the crappiest bike I've ever rode but it was free so I won't complain. Day two a storm came in and it poured all day long as I hid out in cafes drinking too much coffee, reading and drawing while and pretending to be a local. I must have fit in because people constantly keep trying to talk to me in Dutch..
Today I've made my way back to Amsterdam to spend the day doing some last minute exploring before I catch my flight back to America! Not quite sure if I'm ready to be home but I'm sure ready for some familiar faces (looking at you mom and pop ;) ) and a 24 hour nap my own bed.