Dag 4 -- Delfzijl, Stone Factory and Westerbrook

We set out today with no specific goal in mind. Well at least i didn't, but Fabian apparently did. We went and visited Delfzijl, his birth town. It has changed so much apparently, that the house he was born in is now a space between two new houses. The town is quiet, and cold. It was closer to the North Sea, with a resident windmill in the town center area.

I tried my first kroket, a deep-fried meat thing that's shaped like a hotdog, but tastes nothing like one. I've been trying new things everywhere I go. And this was a weird thing! LOL. Fabian had fries, of course, and this sausage looking thing (a frikendel, I think I spelt it wrong though) that he claims is typical dutch also. The dutch like their meat along with their fries and bread.

Next we went to an old deserted stone factory. I think I got a tick there, cuz I pulled a tick off my leg this morning. NOT GOOD! But the stone factory was very cool. We took TONS of pictures inside. It was just the place for two photography nuts. :D The place was so spooky in a way that I had some unpleasant thoughts relating to disposing of my dead body. ok, I'm weird, what can I say?!

From there, we went to Westerbrook, a Jewish deportation camp from WWII. We walked through some quiet woods, winding along the semi-paved path, and ending at the camp. The cold weather and the rain was somehow fitting to the sadness still lingering in the air. Part of the fence from back in the days has been restored and stood there as a brutal reminder of the past. Some remainder of the railroad was still standing, as well as some of the walls from camp buildings that was left behind.

After a chilly walk around the grounds, we headed back to Groningen for dinner. Mexican today. Well that was interesting to say the least! I ordered chips and salsa (no, it's not free!), and guess what I got? Chips and tomato sauce with mexican spice and some sort of ground meat. Hmmm!!! Though the dutch explanation of the chips and salsa did say chips and tomato sauce, I refused to accept that they would really dare to serve tomato sauce as Fabian had insisted. Alas, I was wrong! Though it wasn't bad, I was really looking forward to some salsa. boohoo! I ordered a marinated lamb dish, which turned out to be not at all Mexican. The dish came with some rack of lamb, potatos and cole slaw! bah!