Conservatives In A Liberal Land.... pt. 3

Tuesday, and another day that kicks into gear around noon. I found a place about 45 minutes northeast of Amsterdam that has a high concentration of tulip farms. We had never driven in that direction, so the scenery was new to us. It was quite nice... flat, rural, with a few old-style windmills and many energy generating ones. There were also a few farms along the side of the highway, with fields of bright reds, yellows, pinks, oranges... we were in tulip country! We stopped in a city based on the info I gathered from the internet that I had entered into the TomTom. I was expecting a farm! Luckily there was a tourist information center so John and I went in and a nice girl figured out where we were trying to go, and gave me an address and map. Once plugged into the TomTom, we were on our way again for another 15 minutes. It seems there's an 18km route that one can drive to see various farms and sights during tulip time. Kind of one the scale of wine country north of San Francisco. We found the farm and parked. They had a general store for the locals, as well as a small place to buy tulips and chachki's, and a small eatery too! We paid our admission (1 euro), I grabbed a bucket, and we went out to the fields to pick out tulips! It was a lot of fun, and each tulip was only 25 cents. There was a "tower" (think lifeguard stand) that you could climb to see over the fields of color. It was nice. As Radhika and I looked for colors and picked what we wanted, Dolly and John decided to trespass onto the adjacent farm and get chastised by a woman no shorter then 10 feet tall with shoulders as wide as a battleship! This came as no surprise to us as they always find ways to get into trouble. Dolly was especially irritated, as she is usually on the "giving" end of verbal lashings in her position dealing with high school students every day. But, with their tails between their legs, they scurried back to the right side of the fence. John seemed to get much entertainment out of the experience, doing a great impression of the death threats this fascist female unleashed upon them for walking on the dirt. From that point on, Radhika and I didn't let them stray too far out of our sights.
After our flowers were picked and stored in the trunk, we decided to try our luck at the eatery they had set up. The menu had no English, so we went with the familiar word all recognized... hamburger. And what a burger it turned out to be! It had an egg on it, some cheese, and a sauce unrecognizable. I'm sure our blood took a beating, but it was a very unique, tasty, burger. John even said it was the best he ever had (perhaps that had something to do with our waitress looking like the woman who gave them the verbal beatdown in the field earlier?) We all had the burger but Dolly, who had some soup that was quite good too. We were there until they closed, which was about 5:30pm. With still having several hours of sun left, full bellies, and the whoopin' administered by the "Tulip Nazi" fading, we drove around looking at the area, stopping here and there to take pictures in the late day sun. One field along the road, John and I were able to sit on the ground, with hundreds of thousands of red tulips at eye level!!! It was gorgeous! I got some really nice images there, with the late day sun casting warm light all over the flowers. With the light about gone, I set the TomTom for home and we were back in Amsterdam in no time.