if 3 days in spain came with highlights, 7 days in holland trumped it, hands down. drumroll please...
American pizza, at the farm of a speed skater with 50 of my crazy Dutch relatives
real windmills and amazing windmill cakes
some successful sloot jumping...
and some not so successful
ridiculously awesome candid photos of me and my sis-in-law
flowers, flowers and more flowers!!!
my smokin' hot boyfriend (i'm related to 3 of them, so there's only one who's smokin' hot) i mean, what's not attractive about a man in borrowed european too-short trunks with cow $h?z running down his legs?!??! but seriously, my guy? he's got a bod and for that and many other things, i'm thankful.
3 words - stroopwaffel ice cream
and the best for last... cutest. nephew. ever.
I <3 Holland. I'm ready to go back. Who's coming?
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