We had already wanted to visit the seaside last time we were in Amsterdam. This time we finally made it, on our last day there, no less. Zandvoort is a half-hour train ride or – on Sundays – a one-hour bus drive – from the city, a quaint little town modeled after British sea resorts.
We didn’t spend much time exploring town, though (maybe next time) but headed straight to the beach.When the tide fell we waded to the sand banks. No matter how I tried to look out for them I still got my pants wet at the hems anyway (not that I cared much).Zandvoort lies next to a national park, and the view from up on the dyke is breathtaking. Both ways.
In the end we came home with a paper bag full of shells and a sunburn each. We made it to the hostel when it was already dark, and all in all this was the best day to celebrate that spring had finally come.
Next time I’m bringing a kite.