George and I arrived in Scheveningen (pronounced say-vin-ing-en) today. It’s one of the beach towns just outside of The Hague, in the Netherlands.

The main reason we decided to go here is because we wanted to sound like complete idiots whenever we tried to say something in Dutch.

The other reason is it was a relatively short train ride from Frankfurt and I know I needed a little beach in my life.

Apparently, Scheveningen was a favorite place for Van Gogh. Quite a few paintings from Scheveningen are part of his early works, when he did open air painting here.

There’s Sheveningen woman knitting

Not to be comfused with Scheveningen woman sewing

We feel like we’re in a dream here: the haze from the windblown sand, the indistinguishable language, and other bizarre Dutch happenings are making for an interesting trip.