Five years ago I was about to turn 20. I had just finished my sophomore year at Whitman. I was about to start blogging. And I was about to move to France for the first time.
I still thrive on travel and adventure, but I travel differently.
After not seeing each other in person for almost two years, Ashley and I found ourselves back in Europe at the same time, and decided that it was high time for a reunion.
At the end of January, I packed a weekend bag, got up early on a Saturday, and hopped on a train from the Gare du Nord to le département du Nord.
In addition to being the home of my Dutch forebears for generations, Holland is also home to De Zwaan—the only authentic working Dutch windmill in the United States.