Oh Holland,

How I have missed thee...

Your cement looks so nice this time of year. The steel and brick of your buildings is so inviting! While your tulips aren't out just yet, I can imagine you dressed in your finest for the festival!

I have missed thee, dear Holland. Missed your street performers, your abundant coffee houses, the ethic eateries. I have missed the ease of commerce within your limits.

I do love my woods, the deer, the soft sounds of silence. But I miss the Mexican ice cream, the different languages, the common love of all things historic.

We have just a few short days together, my dear Holland. Let us make the most of it.