A tour through this literal boneyard is a chilling adventure. The musty air, shadowy tunnels, constant drip drip of water, and stacks upon stacks of neatly arranged human bones are enough to give the most daring a serious case of the willies.
I believe there are two types of people in this world, those who roam through cemeteries, and those who don’t. I fall into the first camp. Earlier this week I traveled to the Land of Cheese(heads) to visit family and reconnect with my Dutch roots. My mother and I spent the good part of a... Continue Reading →