When the weather is good...

Why not make Sundays the cycling day?

This time we went through a very posh town and ate a very not-posh 'uitsmijter'...kind of the Dutch version of an English breakfast made up of 2 slices of bread with cheese, ham and fried eggs piled on top and some salad on the side. It's huge and quite disgusting in that good kind of way.

We also rode through a lot of country-side and passed by a lot of farms...

...and my city-girl thoughts were: "Whoever coined the phrase 'fresh country air' has obviously never been to the country and breathed in that fresh, sweet smell of cow and horse manure".

After a long-ish ride (my gel saddle is still not attached to my bike) we stopped at a 'fiets cafe' for a drink. These are cafes for 'fietsers' = cyclists, though every man and his dog on bikes, in cars or on foot were there. And I do mean every man and his dog. Dogs were the second largest group there after adults while children came in third.

We rode back into Eindhoven where 'The Gypsy Road Show' was on at one of the many squares in town. The performances were staged in one of the pubs and in a tent which was set up for the event. The performances were all...wait for it...gypsy! Great music and dancing. A lively Sunday session!