The Sequel Last week, I wrote about Holland, Michigan and our long-running relationship with Tulip Time chaos, impossible parking, heat intolerance, goats giving birth, and wooden shoes. Consider this the continuation of that story because apparently Holland has become one of our recurring little Michigan side quests. This time, we made another quick trip out…
There are some Michigan towns that feel like they exist in their own little pocket dimension, and Holland is definitely one of them. Between the tulips, the Dutch architecture, the windmills, the wooden shoes, and the aggressively cheerful amount of floral landscaping, it almost feels like someone dropped a tiny European village along Lake Michigan…