On Friday, we got up a little earlier than usual. After a quick breakfast and packing up for a long day, we went to Heerenveen to pick up A. Then we drove to Holwerd, to catch the 10:30 ferry, but all the ferries were running late all day. Oops! Had I known, we probably could have caught the late 9:30. Oh well! We met P.-J. there.
We got coffee and snacks on the ferry, including an Oreo Doughnut. Which is super weird, and T. liked it; A., not so much.
We had lunch reservations in Buren at StrAnders, a fish restaurant. We had mussels for an appetizer. Really good! With celery and sea weed. I got cod. R. had a seafood plate. P.-J. and A. had the quiche. The kids had chicken wings. T. liked his. "They have a stick in it." Which is the bone. I think this is the first time he's had bone-in chicken. We're branching out a little. A. (my daughter) just ate frites. Which is fine. And honestly, while in the Netherlands, you should eat frites. They are better than here in the States.
T. and R. rented bikes to ride to Buren with P.-J. The rest of us took a taxi.
We caught the very late 2:30 ferry returning. R. picked up a bottle of Nobeltje at the shop that sold only that; I don't think it was there last time. They couldn't read our cards, or take cash, but the nice man running the shop worked with us to take cash anyway. We really appreciated it, because we haven't had a bottle of Nobeltje since 2004 and wanted one. I'd wanted to have lunch at Hotel Nobel and get one there, but I just couldn't figure out a way to make the menu work for the kids.
We returned A. to Heerenveen, then went home to Diever. T. and I went down to the snack bar and I also ate some food that we had already. R. and T. both went for bike rides (separately) since the ride from the ferry to Buren was so short it barely counted. Then we all packed up for our departure the next day.
ETA: While we were having lunch, A. told a really great story (more than one) about how she and J. (her deceased husband) got together. As children, they met while on vacation (camping, if I understood correctly) but she was quite young (about 12) and he a few years older which makes a big difference at that age. Fast forward to when she was 28 (funny stories about a group at work buying a lottery ticket, winning a bunch of money and going to the south of France or some other beach on the Mediterranean with other young women. Bikinis!) and working for (I've forgotten the name of this organization AGAIN -- I think of it as the Dutch AAA, but it isn't about cars or driving but is about travel and reviews) in Arnhem. They met on the street, recognized each other and got married less than a year later. Fantastic! P.J. had heard the camping (?) part of the story but not how they reconnected.
ETA: Not sure which days we saw this, but I figured I'd put it here. We saw this boat more than once; very cool looking!https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolle_Domus_(schip,_1914