We realized that Netherlanders like pork and cheeses and had a number of meals which reflected this. Also, we realized that the only people who are awake in the city before 8 o’clock in the morning on a weekend are people with jet lag. Thus, finding breakfast was nearly impossible on Saturday morning. Finally a nice baker let us into his shop and sold us some delicious and fresh rolls and croissants. We were thankful, as having walked about three miles and seen nothing to eat or drink, we were becoming worried. After figuring out how to work the train ticket machines, we collected our luggage from the hotel, snatched some bananas on the way out, and hopped on a train to Hoorn.