Walking the bridge
We are walking to the play ground, but papa and mama want to make a long detour. That sounds good!
I want to walk over the bridge. That is not possible, papa says,. We have seen the bridge wrapped in cloth and part of the bridge is stored in the Old Rhine, just across from our house.
We walk up and review the status. The turkish men working on this Saturday tell us that they are cleaning up and next week the bridge is ready. I still want to walk, but mama stops me.
Then we take one last time the free ferry to the other side of the river Gouwe (I live near the river cross roads). Then we walk to the play ground, and even through we made quite a walk, I still run around.