Moving from the resort
John come up with a good idea! He called his cousin and asked if we could stay with her. She was renovating her house, so arranged for us to stay with another cousin, Corrie, and she wanted us to go there on Tuesday ( we only got to the resort late Sunday afternoon). Darn! I quite liked the resort and could’ve stayed another day at least. On the Monday, we spent the day walking round the resort, and in the afternoon decided we’d better get some cash out for the taxi in the morning.

Hmmm! This resort didn’t cater for people who were not Dutch. Their ATM wouldn’t give us money because our card was “foreign”, so off we trudged 4 kms to the village of Eirbeek, clutching a map, just to use their ATM. It was a long walk, so we took some pictures of the beautiful houses on the way!

And, at last we found an ATM that gave us money using our credit card. We celebrated with an ice-cream then made our long journey home. We tried “hitching”, and a few people slowed down and we got all excited about getting a ride, then they changed their minds and took off.
On Tuesday we awoke very early, and walked down to meet our taxi, taking photos along the way. Here’s our bungalow:

I saw a tiny little squirrel and took a photo of him, but I was a bit too far away. We met some really really nice people in all the countries we visited! One man in particular helped us a lot and we appreciated him sooo much. At the Appledoor train station, there was no-one in the ticket office, and there was only an automatic ticket machine. We weren’t sure what to do, so John asked a man who was drinking his coffee, if he could direct us to where we should get the train. He did much more than that! He set down his coffee, took us to the automatic machine, and typed in what we needed to get to the village where John’s cousin lives. We inserted our credit card to pay for the tickets and the card wouldn’t work again! So, this wonderful man used his own card and we paid him cash for the tickets. Then, he took us to the correct train platform, and wrote down where we had to change trains. He was very helpful to us!

After asking conductors, and going up and down lifts and stairs with our 7 pieces of baggage, at 3 different train stations, we finally arrived at Goes in Zeeland, where John’s cousin and her husband were waiting to meet us. It was so nice to have someone meet us at the train station.
We went back to their home by a beautiful river, had some lunch, then went downtown for John to have a very potent drink of beer (3 times the normal amount of alcohol that he’s used to), and do some sightseeing. Art and Gerda took us for a drive showed us some windmills, and the sea, and some beautiful old buildings. Here’s one of the windmills:

We met up with another cousin and an uncle later, and all went out for dinner. Meanwhile, John started to suffer the effects of the worse hangover he’s ever had. That beer really got to him, and he spent the next day and a half in bed. We were supposed to go to Rotterdam, but John’s hangover was way too bad!
There were some beautiful houses in the little village where we stayed with John’s other cousin, Corrie. She was very hospitable and her and I managed to communicate even though she spoke only a little English and I spoke no Dutch. Corrie lives in a beautiful brand new home, and she was kind enough to give us her upstairs room and bathroom for 3 nights.
Here is Corrie opening the front door of her brand new beautiful house:

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