We had a meeting in Pella, an adorable Dutch town. Felt like you were right in Holland with the narrow, colorful buildings, bakeries, windmills, and tulips everywhere you looked. The town was gearing up for their annual Tulip Time Festival, and the tulips were at their prime. All the main roads were lined with rows and rows of tulips, and the parks were amazing. We toured the largest traditional windmill in the US, and came within feet of the swooping blades. The Dutch in me really came out, and I just had to go get myself a pair of little wooden shoes to take home with us!
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I decided to look on your blog one last time before going to bed. Whoop whoop! Score! Love love love these pics. And I've been meaning to say. Cute hair.
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