Although this chapter appears last, it was in fact experienced in the middle.  Since it is like a grand finale in our minds, however, it seems to belong here at the end ...
We woke to an unclouded day, a Keukenhof Day.  Only God could have planned it better; perhaps He did.  And only God can make a tree, but Holland can sure grow tulips!  In springtime, most blooming plants here are tulips. 
We were one of the first dozen cars to arrive at the Keukenhof around 9:30 a.m. and, therefore, could wander at will and photograph freely and privately.  We never ran out of adjectives.  Stunning.  Stupendous.  Glorious.  Fragrant.  Artistic.  Inspired.  Heavenly.  Awesome.  Out-standing.  Eighty Acres of Paradise.
Every step and turn seemed to elicit a new expression, a greater sentiment, more vibrant color.
As the morning passed, crowds enveloped us on every walkway and path, at every coffee and sandwich kiosk.  We were not surprised to hear languages and see peoples from all over the world, especially Japan.
We will always remember that Allan's birthday in 2004 was celebrated at the Keukenhof.  It was April 20th.  "It's my best birthday," he said.
We learned that the name means, literally, "kitchen gardens," formerly used to supply the kitchen of a castle in the 15th century.  A flower garden wasn't designed until 1857, with a group of about 90 bulb growers developing the place further in 1949.  The most fragrant blooms belonged to the hyacinth, the white ones even more than the purple ones.
Over 7 million blooming tulips and other bulb flowers are grown at the Keukenhof.  We learned that the place is open only nine weeks each spring, and every week is different.
After four to five hours of walking the garden, we drove back to our hotel on the North Sea and walked the beach, observing giant fishing boats, which were dragging nets from far-stretching arms, and colorful kites being maneuvered by carefree lovers of sand and sun.  We picked up seashells by the seashore and ordered a basket of deep fried shrimp.
The beach vendor pulled his wagon of wares -- including fresh herring filet sandwiches -- with a large wheeled tractor that was painted to match the blue and white-striped canopy.  Children played "jump the farthest" from lines their parents had drawn in the sand. 
The setting sun over the North Sea was exquisite.  I took pictures of it.

Did you find the answers to all of my introductory questions?  No?  Maybe you'll find them online in Sue's Album at www.VictoriaGazette.com where the pictures are profuse and pretty, almost fragrant. 
Until you see them, your Dutch Treat has only just begun.  Mine, on the other hand, is in my dreams every night.