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Chapter 4

It was still early in the morning when Sara woke up and saw that her husband was already awake, and looking at her with an unmistakable look of love on his face.

She stretched and said, "Good morning Gil. How late is it?"

"It's early." He leaned over and kissed her lovingly on her lips. "Good morning to you too, Mrs. Grissom." Sara smiled and cupped her husband's face in her hands, kissing him again.

"What shall we do today Sara?" he asked when the kiss broke.

"First we shower." Grissom smiled broadly at this.

"I love that part."

Sara winked at him and said, "Oh I bet you do!"

"And after our shower?"

"Then we take a long walk on the beach, and then breakfast."

"I think I need to change your plans a little, Madame."

Sara looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Grissom chuckled.

"I think the correct order is shower, breakfast, and then a walk on the beach." Sara kissed him while jumping out of the bed, "Race you to the shower!" Grissom jumped up and followed on hot pursuit.

***

An hour later both of them walked into the dining room of the Villa, both refreshed and sated from their last bout of lovemaking.

"Good morning," a cheery voice called.

Sara giggled and Grissom answered, "Good morning Louisa."

"Did you sleep well, Mr. Grissom? As it's only 6:30, most of the guests don't emerge from their room until 8."

"We did sleep very well, Louisa. Thank you for asking."

"Okay. Well, the breakfast bar is over there. Take what you want and if you would like something to drink, call me, and I will get it for you."

"Thank you Louisa," said Sara, smiling at the woman.

Louisa looked up from Grissom to Sara, as if seeing her for the first time. She said, "It's my job." and walked away.

"Yep, she has the hots for you, Gil." Sara said, teasing her husband.

Grissom groaned, "Why is it always me?"

She smiled. "Well, babe, it's because you're a hottie. Get used to it. " With this she rose and made her way to the breakfast bar, leaving Grissom with his mouth agape. When Sara returned two minutes later with her food, Grissom was still staring at her.

"What is it Gil, you're not hungry?"

Grissom nodded and stood up while Sara called Louisa for two cups of coffee.

"How can I help?"

"I would like some coffee for me and my husband."

"Husband?"

Sara nodded and showed Louisa her wedding ring.

Louisa smiled and sighed. "Why are all the cuties always taken."

"I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm not complaining this time," and both burst out laughing. Grissom came back, looking back and forth between the two ladies, not knowing what to think of it.

Louisa winked at Sara. "Two coffees are on their way."

Grissom sat down with a questioning look but Sara just smiled at him.

"Sara, come on. What did you tell her?"

"Not much. Only that we are married, and we agreed that you are cute."

"Sara," Grissom said warningly.

At that moment Louisa came back with two cups of coffee and placed them on the table.

"Anything else I can get you?"

"Not at the moment, thank you, Louisa."

Louisa nodded and said "Bon appétit," and walked away again to make some other tables ready for the guests.

"This bread is delicious," Grissom commented, pointing at one of the pieces of bread that he took. Sara looked at her plate and saw she also had a piece of the bread Grissom was pointing at. She buttered it before taking a bite.

"Mmm Gil, you're right, this is delicious." Sara looked around for Louisa. Spotting her, she motioned for her to come over.

"Yes?"

"You have to tell me Louisa, what kind of bread is this?"

Louisa smiled. "This bread is a specialty from the region where I was born, 'The Zaanstreek.' 'The Zaanstreek' means Zaandam and surroundings. The bread is called 'Duivekater' which probably stems from the Germanic time. They used it as a offering to the gods."

"It's delicious."

Louisa nodded proudly. "I don't know, but are you also planning to visit the 'Zaanse Schans'?"

Grissom nodded. "That is one of our plans to do."

"On 'The Zaanse Schans' is a bakery museum called 'In de Gecroonde Duyvekater.' They sell two kinds of 'Duivekater' there from two different bakeries and the building is very old. It is dated from the year 1658."

"You really know a lot from it, don't you Louisa?" smiled Sara, hanging on every word.

Louisa blushed. "Yes, you can say that."

Grissom was impressed by the small woman, no taller than 5'2", and asked, "Can you tell us more about 'The Zaanse Schans'?"

"Of course. 'The Zaanse Schans' is a little neighborhood by the the river 'The Zaan'. Every year more than 900,000 people visit it for the windmills, the old houses, and the different museums. The Schans, as we call it in Dutch, translates in English as, I believe, 'a sconce'. It dates from the year 1574 when Diederik Sonoy built it in the name of King Willem of Orange for the protection of the Spanish troops."

"What kind of museums are there, besides the bakery museum?" asked Sara.

"There is a cheese farm called 'The Catharinahoeve', a clock museum with some very rare clocks, the first store of 'Albert Heijn', a big supermarket chain here in Holland, 'The Noorderhuis', a regional museum that shows how we lived and dressed over the centuries, and of course all the windmills, like the only dye mill in the world 'The Kat' (The Cat). There is also a mustard mill 'The Huisman' (The Houseman), three oil mills 'The Os' (The Ox), 'The Zoeker' (The Finder), and 'The Bonte Hen' (The Colorful Chicken). And let's not forget the sawmills, 'The Gekroonde Poelenburg' (The Crowned Poelenburg), 'The Jonge Schaap' (The Young Sheep) and 'The Klaverblad' (The Cloverleaf)."

"Now that we've heard you telling us all about it, we should definitely go there, right Gil?"

"Yes, I can't wait to see it."

Louisa smiled and stood up. "I will let you two eat your breakfast now," and she walked away.

Grissom and Sara looked at each other and Grissom said, "I think we can go tomorrow." Sara nodded and they finished their breakfast as another couple entered the dining room.

***

Half an hour later, Grissom and Sara walked to the beach for their morning walk and saw it was still quiet, to their surprise.

"Which way do you want to go?" asked Grissom, pointing to the left to the pier, and right where they saw nothing other than beach.

"Let's walk down the beach and see where we end up." Grissom nodded and put his arm around her. Together they walked until they saw some kind of shipwreck, not far from the beach, in the water.

Grissom walked to a sign on the beach and began reading it.

"What does it say Gil?"

"It says it is a piece of a steamship called 'The Vrijheit' (The Freedom). On 26 January 1903 it stranded on the beach between Wijk aan Zee and Heemskerk because of the foggy weather." Sara looked at the shipwreck again and sighed. Grissom moved behind his wife and placed his arms around her, nuzzling her neck.

Sara smiled and said, "Look at the clouds, Gil. It's beautiful."

Grissom looked up and nodded his head. "Yes it is."

Sara turned around in her husband's arms, smiling her special smile, and asked, "Are you talking about the clouds or me again?"

Grissom smiled back and kissed her lovingly on the lips before saying, "Both."

"Let's go back Gil."

They turned, and together they walked with their arms around each other back to the Villa, only stopping here and there for a loving kiss and whispered words of love.

(A/N This will be the last chapter for a couple of days, my sister has been taken to the hospital earlier this day and since I'm the only family she has in this part of the country she wants me as often as possible at her side. She is pregnant and her baby wants to come into the world but it's a little bit to soon.)