So, Martin kidnapped me and my wife for a surprise klompen shoppen outten. So, we drove past thousands of the tiniest sheep you've ever seen, and found a kloppen maker. Thus now I have suitably large wooden shoes for my feet. Of course, they scream "I'm a tourist" so I shall only wear them back in the states, to proclaim "I was a tourist". I was also horrified to learn that Holland contains no entry in the doughnut food group.