|Following a nice Dutch breakfast of dark rye bread, Gouda cheese, ham, and a little cup of coffee, my cousin Carola drove me to visit other relatives. I had to dig way back into my head to remember how to speak some Dutch as my mom's older sister cannot understand English. The longer I stay here the better I become but my sentences often contain words out of order. It is good for the odd giggle. My relatives are much better at English than I am at Dutch.