In the morning I woke up and ran through the village enjoying the fresh sea air and cool breeze. Along the way I saw ponies and sheep roaming the village streets, and the fresh smell of bread from the bakery as it opened for its first customers of the day.
After waking up the girls from a very sound sleep and eating a hearty breakfast, we went to visit the village church built in the 1300's. It was built up on a hill in case of a flood so all the congregation could gather there if needed. On the property there is a cemetery where Oma's Oma is buried. Oma spent many childhood summers in Werdum and showed us where she played and lived during her holidays.
Afterwards, we dropped off Oma at uncle Jonny's and we went back to the North sea to go swimming in an olympic size salt water pool. Everything was very organized – both genders changed in individual change rooms located within the same area; the only difference was when you went to the showers – then it split according to female and male. In the pool there was a whole section of super jets – I tried to join the people on the bench for a much needed back massage, but received some disapproving looks. Oliver read the instructions – there was a lighthouse with a red and green light – first you line up in the jet line and when it changes lights, you shift down to the next jet...all very organized and civilized! The jets were awesome. They were so hard that you had to hold onto a bar otherwise you would be pushed to the centre of the pool.
The girls were excited to swim, but didn't enjoy the salty water so much – I told them to get used to it if they want to swim in the Greek islands! We have a family saying while on this trip if something is different and we are uncomfortable with it – when in Rome – wear a toga!
I felt I had a great spa experience – I had walked in the mud in the North Sea, and the following day I had a salt water bath with super jets. What more could a girl ask for?
After we changed we went back to pick up Oma and say goodbye to uncle Jonny and Werdum
On our way out of town we wanted to stop at a bakery for lunch but they were all closed. Instead, we had lunch at a German chip truck that only visits once a week. This is where we tried German hamburgers for the first time – frikadellen. Zoe loved the meat – it was delicious. Mik thought they were yummy but wondered why they only used one piece of bread instead of a full bun? Afterwards, we visited the village windmill and climbed to the top to see how the levers and gears worked. It was really neat, but it was scary to climb down because the stairs were so steep!
We then started up the GPS and were on our way to Hamburg to visit with Marion, Jens and Finn. The
drive was pleasant and the girls are loving to listen to their music and stories on the ipod and playing card games. So far no car sickness! Fingers are crossed!
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