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This is one of the several backed-up postings I’ve been intending to write for some time. The caffeine thing I pledged to do hasn’t worked. I drink it so little these days that when I try, it makes me so jittery I can’t stay still long enough to concentrate.
One very special Saturday this summer, Dan, Dan’s sister, Rebecca, and I decided to visit one of the castles in the area. There are several to choose from, and instead of being an easy decision, we overanalyzed it (Which one gives us a nice drive? Is there a self-guided tour? Will it be OK for Rebecca? Are there other things to do in the area? Is the tour expensive? Is it special enough for this special day? And on and on…) Anyway, we finally picked this one…
It is the Ammersoyen Castle. The castle information sight said that it was open on Saturdays, but when I called to confirm they were open this particular Saturday, there was no answer. “Well, that doesn’t mean anything,” I reasoned, “the Netherlands isn’t known for its fabulous customer service.”
So, we took the nice drive and when we got to the castle, we noticed a good number of cars, so we were relieved. But then we noticed that some of the other “tourists” had on kilts. And the kids were very dressed up. And that lady in the big white silk dress???
Yet, there wasn’t a sign announcing that the castle was closed. And no one stopped us from crossing the moat. Dan and Elaine wanted to proceed no further, but I was determined, “There’s no sign! Certainly this is just a wedding in part of the castle.” Oh, but we’re in The Netherlands. I searched in vain for the ticket desk, until the mother-of-the-bride told us this was a private wedding. I crashed a wedding.
With our heads hung low, we left and instead of touring inside the castle, we walked the grounds outside. And then we went to dinner to celebrate the special day. And then we went home and ate cake and opened presents.
We crashed a wedding, and then we celebrated Dan’s birthday.
One very special Saturday this summer, Dan, Dan’s sister, Rebecca, and I decided to visit one of the castles in the area. There are several to choose from, and instead of being an easy decision, we overanalyzed it (Which one gives us a nice drive? Is there a self-guided tour? Will it be OK for Rebecca? Are there other things to do in the area? Is the tour expensive? Is it special enough for this special day? And on and on…) Anyway, we finally picked this one…
It is the Ammersoyen Castle. The castle information sight said that it was open on Saturdays, but when I called to confirm they were open this particular Saturday, there was no answer. “Well, that doesn’t mean anything,” I reasoned, “the Netherlands isn’t known for its fabulous customer service.”
So, we took the nice drive and when we got to the castle, we noticed a good number of cars, so we were relieved. But then we noticed that some of the other “tourists” had on kilts. And the kids were very dressed up. And that lady in the big white silk dress???
Yet, there wasn’t a sign announcing that the castle was closed. And no one stopped us from crossing the moat. Dan and Elaine wanted to proceed no further, but I was determined, “There’s no sign! Certainly this is just a wedding in part of the castle.” Oh, but we’re in The Netherlands. I searched in vain for the ticket desk, until the mother-of-the-bride told us this was a private wedding. I crashed a wedding.
With our heads hung low, we left and instead of touring inside the castle, we walked the grounds outside. And then we went to dinner to celebrate the special day. And then we went home and ate cake and opened presents.
We crashed a wedding, and then we celebrated Dan’s birthday.
posted by Beth at 1:33 PM
3 Comments:
Didn't we almost crash a wedding in May too? It was at that ancient Roman place!
You crossed the moat but let the mother of the bride send you back? Shameful. You should have brandished your cute baby and told the mother than she was here to see great-great-great-etc-grandpa's castle.
oh yeah - crashed two weddings in one summer. is that bad luck.
If Dan had been wearing a kilt, we probably could have appeased the m-o-t-b.
Kilts at a Dutch wedding? No, that's not typcial!
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