Starting with Copenhagen:
The Palace (I forget the real name).
The Other Palace
A really cool statue
The Little Mermaid
The largest Diesel Generator in the World from 1932 to 1962
There's a lot more, but time is a bit of an issue right now.
And now, on to Holland:
My Grandparents' old house (if you can call it that). No one has lived here since they left, and I don't blame them.
The Delta Works
Rotterdam from up on high. On the left you can see the coolest bridge in the world.
Although the birdge is really not that big when you see it up close.
But neither is anything else in Holland when you go to Madurodam.
This is what every street in Amsterdam looks like
A Windmill (there are surprisingly very few of these kicking around).
Hmmm, eel... (This picture is mostly just to keep Jeremy away).
A beach near Den Haag. The water was a beautiful 19 degrees.
A war cemetary. Really something you have to visit for yourself, pictures don't do it justice.
An really old town that we toured. Filled with canals, many of the houses have roofs made of reeds. Pretty cool to see.
Hans and Pe's house, where I stayed.
Some of my younger cousins, and of course, some big wooden shoes.
And let's end off the same way we ended every day in Holland, with a beautiful sunset.
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Thank you!
Most... awesome... shoes... ever...
And finally! the first picture of you since you left Canada!
You know what they say about little guys with big shoes...
I'll not be felled that easily, vicious cur! Besides, not like I'm the one eating them.
Little guys with big shoes have big feet.
But Jeremy, just imagine if you did eat them. They're all long and slimy and gross, but delicious!
My first self-picture in a while, yes, and still one handsome devil.
I was thinking big hearts...
It's not about them being long and slimy and gross, it's about them not belonging in our ecosystem and unworthy of the existence they have.
No amount of creatures forged in the eternal black flames of the very deepest bowels of the seventh layer of hell (you call them 'eels') could keep me from following this log anyway.
Also, having looked up the word "cur", calling someone a "vicious cur" is a bit of an oxymoron, so I'll replace "vicious" with "wretched"
You follow logs around? You must have a LOT of spare time.
Pardon me, but log-following is a proud tradition among the Plumridges. My father was a log-follower, as was his father before him, and his father before him, and his uncle, all the way back to Rudy "The Loony" Plumridge, and I'll not tolerate any mockery thereof.
Good day sir!!
You should have done a shoe shot, with us guessing whose feet are there! Great sneaker you're wearing.
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