The first time I was in Holland, I was obsessed with them. I wanted to drive straight to Kinderdijk where they have 19 of them and, well, I don't know, gawk? Search for Don Quixote and Sancho?
I never made it to Kinderdijk, but this trip, I get to climb inside a working one.
This is Korenmollen de Zandhaas Santpoort, 234 years old and still standing proudly. And working! I love climbing up the windmill especially since it's low-key and not guidebook-material. There is a small store downstairs where they sell country goods and, well, flour. I was shocked that we were given permission to go to the very top - without signing a single waiver. Oh yes. I'm definitely abroad. And I like it!
When we got to the top, the sails of the windmills were in full view. The floor was made of wooden planks that had gaps that I imagined were wider than my body girth and for the unfounded fear of falling, oh, I don't know, thirty feet, the best photo I could take of the windmill up close was this: