It’s no secret on this blog that I have a thing for fields of flowers. Canola fields, sunflower fields, lavender fields or even just plain wildflowers bring out the childish urge in me to run, jump and lie in them. So it’s been a goal of mine to add to this list and see the famous tulip fields of Holland. Getting the timing right was the tricky bit, but we knew our time in Europe afforded us this flexibility to catch the next available flight to Amsterdam as soon as the first bulbs of the season bloom. And it sure paid off.
I wish I could clearly describe the sheer joy and exhilaration from spotting the first tulip field from afar. I remember cycling down flat bike lanes, our eyes scanning the horizon for streaks of colour and when a glimpse of one is discovered, shrieks of pleasure can be heard. We pedal faster and literally jump off our bikes to photograph these amazing flowers. We take our time at each field to soak in the beauty before our very eyes, yet knowing that there were many more fields in all colours imaginable to be discovered. The season was heavily in bloom as hyacinths and daffodils were not missing out on the spring party either. We felt unbelievably lucky to have seen at least 50 fields of flowers in full bloom in two days of cycling, no doubt ranking as one of the best times of our lives.