The Netherlands

This morning I woke up in Delft. 5 hours later I'm at a station stop just inside Germany.  It was a little sprinkly and cool out and I passed by a bakery with fresh pastry smells flowing out of it but didn't stop because A) I didn't want to miss my train and B) I was afraid I might get caught in real rain as my umbrella was under my stuff in my day pack. Genius move given the current location, that one.... -- Wow, what a weird feeling.  Two "polizei" came on the train while stopped and I felt a jolt. Same thing when we left the station in the Netherlands and the man across the aisle from me who had been softly narrating the journey to his friend announced "and now we are in Germany."  It's like a weird homecoming thing, like there's something in the ground. So much history for not only my people, but also I've never been to any country where my family comes from.  Israel is different because it's a place where we went. Germany is a place where we left.  Anyway...  -- I arrived at the station, the most modern building possible to look out of place in a town with medieval canals, asked and discovered that I can literally walk on and off any interrail trains using the QR square on my Eurail pass, saw a matrix-like bike parking lot, and went back upstairs to find my "fresh" Dutch stroopwafle. I found one labeled as having been made last night (good enough), got an espresso, sat on a bench by the window and watched as the bikers pedaled through the rain...