Now Where Did I park that Bicycle?

I can’t even remember where I parked my car at the grocery store. This would be the ultimate nightmare for me trying to remember where I parked my bike. This is the crazy scene at the Roosendaal train station where we went to meet up with my son Jim and his wife Barbie coming from Paris. We’ll spend the next few days together as Nellie and Jim try to find out about their Dutch ancestry.

We found the street in Tholen where one of their Dutch ancestors lived in the 1700’s. The family continued to live in the same area of Zeeland for many generations. Tomorrow it’s off to Middleburg where they will continue their search at the Municipal Archives.I plan to do some gallery hopping and sketching in the wonderful old town.