This is our second trip to the small city of Apledoorn in Holland and we already feel like home there. Every time we walk those lands, a strange feeling of peace, joy and steadiness of heart invades us. We know by now that there are no better words to describe this lovely little country than words that appeal to its vast teritory of woods, rivers, green lands, beautiful houses, old farms and amazing scenery. But it seems like we're not the only ones to feel this way.
MEMORIES OF HOLLAND Thinking of Holland I see broad rivers slowly chuntering through endless lowlands, rows of implausibly airy poplars standing like tall plumes against the horizon; and sunk in the unbounded vastness of space homesteads and boweries dotted across the land, copses, villages, couchant towers, churches and elm-trees, bound in one great unity. There the sky hangs low, and steadily the sun is smothered in a greyly iridescent smirr, and in every province the voice of water with its lapping disasters is feared and hearkened.
HENDRIK MARSMAN (dutch poet)