Den Haag

It would make a good plot in a theatre of the absurd performance or story line in a farcical comedy - leaving the beautiful and hot (35ºC) sunny Aegean beach in Akbuk,  and then going to the beach in The Hague, tolerating the exfoliating sand in a blustery 22ºC and paddling in the North Sea. Except of course, I haven't come to Holland for the beach, (equally as beautiful as Akbuk as it turns out).  I've come to spend time with Ron and Yuki and most especially Aya, who was in a permanent state of squealing delight, the entire time we were there. I don't know who had the most fun, Aya with her bucket or us grown ups watching her while taking a gazillion photos.