Neighborly Naarden
Thirty years ago, on our first trip to the Netherlands, my husband, Ed, and I were tired from a long day of travel, needed a place to stay and did not want to go into Amsterdam and fight the evening traffic. We discovered nearby Naarden-Vesting.
That time, we stayed in a small pension above a bar/restaurant that also served as a community hall where the locals congregated in the evenings. We’ve never forgotten the warmth and hospitality of the residents of Naarden-Vesting, so, when planning our April-May ’12 trip to Holland and Belgium, we knew we wanted to return to Naarden.