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.

Our charming small hotel and restaurant

Our charming small hotel and restaurant

We enjoy libations before dinner and a walk in the woods

We enjoy libations before dinner and a walk in the woods

Here's a quarry opening next to our hotel

Here’s a quarry next to our hotel

The path is inviting.

The path is inviting.

Some quarries are to dangerous to enter.

Some quarries are too dangerous to enter.

A good breakfast starts our day.

A good breakfast starts our day.

Many bicycle routes pass through Berg.

Many bicycle routes pass through Berg.

We wander along the footpaths and waterways.

We wander along the footpaths and waterways.

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.

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