Bethia Robinson

Nov 29, 2020

5 min read
Photo Credit: Naval S

My Pilgrimage

“Quaint, this was anything but quaint,” I sputtered as I sat on the foot-high flat double bed in room #7 at 80 Witte Single in the town of Leiden, The Netherlands. I had asked for something quaint at the VVV and if this was their idea of what quaint meant I would have to go back and have a talk with them!

After a long wait the door had been opened by a heavyset forty-ish man with the yellowest hair I had ever seen. He seemed reluctant to…