The Netherlands – A First Impression
Posted on May 15, 2015
One might picture in one’s mind what springtime in the Netherlands is like – flat with endless miles of tulips and rows of windmills. But we happen to enter the country near its highest elevation of about 1000 feet, in the mountains, so to say. We are starting in the province of Limburg, the former home of the world’s stinkiest cheese. I’m not sure it’s made here any more. We are nestling down here for a few days in the village of Berg, which in German is the word for mountain.
Our hotel/brasserie is out in the woods, along a line of sandstone quarries, which are like caves into the mountainside, not open pit types at all. A clear, rapidly flowing stream flows nearby, powering a gristmill in the town. Bicyclists make good use of the sylvan setting.
It turns out that the province of Limburg is the vacation playground for the Dutch people and they are here by the thousands, not so much in Berg as in Valkenburg and in the nearby city of Maastricht. Not a word of English or German can be heard. These tourists are all Dutch. We’ll visit them in the next post.