|Pella is precious. The people are not.|
|home of the amazing baked goods.|
According to Amanda (who acted as our lovely tour guide) if you aren't Dutch in Pella, you cannot thrive unless you marry a Dutchman or you just lie about your last name. We changed ours to Vandernewman. I wonder if that's acceptable? But seriously, the town's catchphrase is "If you ain't Dutch, you ain't much." And that is the mentality they keep. They stared at us the whole time. Yes, we are loud and crazy. And not Dutch.
Anyways, the moral of the story is, don't go to Pella unless you are Dutch or you are prepared for people to stare at your obnoxious laughing and all-around tomfoolery.
those last two pictures took place in the very center of the town. I'm sure you can imagine that this was frowned upon. It was. Thankfully, the cop on the bike was not around to get us...
okay, my jazzy TOMS were completely frowned on, in Pella. They were just too flashy for those Dutch people I guess.
I may or may not have written this on the comment card at the hotel. I fully intended on throwing this away before we left, so the help didn't see it. But I totally forgot. Whoops! What a shock it must have been for the housekeepers...
I know there are soooo many pictures on this post, BUT we had nineteen YEARS worth of pictures to make up. It was the most fun I've had in a really long while. Now that I'm home, I really miss them! I even miss crazy Pella. Oh Pella. It definitely will not be nineteen years until the next time we see them. They are the two funniest people ever. I hope everyone had a great weekend like I did! I'll definitely be doing a part two to this post, because there were just so many pictures that I want to share.