As in the only man-made Dutch provence, risen from the fickle sea. And I didn't even go to Lowlands-land this time. It was very exciting.
- Saw hundreds of wind turbines.
- Went to a place called Schokland, so very funny because it sounds like the Dutch for Scotland, but it's actually a tiny strip of land that used to be an island but had Flevoland 'ingepolderd' around it.
- Went to Urk and bought a pound of fresh eal. Paid for it with my Danish eal skin purse. Had it with chips and mayo when we got home. DELICIOUS.
- Watched a 60s film on the making of Flevoland, evidently during the cinematic era of 'we have discovered the zoom': "Do the new Flevolanders want to live in flats? No! Every flevo labourer wants a door (cam zooms in on door), and a bell (zoom on bell) and a letterbox (zoom on letterbox)." Our reason for coming to Flevoland was my dad's old Society of Dutch Church History having a day of Church History Flevo Fun by the way.
- Went shopping with my mum in the biggest outlet centre in Dutchieland, and bought a lovely Olily bag for 15 euros (it once was 75, oh yes. I've always wanted something Olily.. the posh kids at school always wore it. I just thought the pattern was rather pretty as well though.)
- Bought Control and State of Play for next to nothing from the DVD outlet place. Rubbish Dutch cover but at least I'll have something to watch when knee-ing it up.
It's my mum's autumn holidays this week so I got quite a few more trips planned as well. I've decided I'm ringing the hospital on Monday though. I'm getting so fidgety not knowing!