Finally! I was going to get to see actual
windmills. Growing up in Texas I’d
seen windmills all of my life; those wimpy
little things with tiny blades that pumped water into the cattle tanks, or even
for household use. However, the day I heard the story of the boy with his
finger in the dike and saw the pictures that went with it, I wanted to see a
‘real’ windmill. Later in high school I read Don Quixote, and again, there were
‘real’ windmills. I’d been to the Netherlands previously, but never visited any
windmills – this was my chance!
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Several of the windmills |