Nunspeet (not Apeldoorn)
The other day the Mennonite Church from Apeldoorn emailed Weiss about us potentially checking out their church. So she checked if we wanted to go (and we of course said yes) and then she emailed them back... a pretty standard "We're new here" interaction to say the least. So in her email she asked if someone could pick us up (as we are quite isolated out here). So we waited and waited to hear back... but a response never really came. So on Saturday night we wound up going to bed still unsure if we were going to church the next day. We therefore decided that instead of waiting around in this state of uncertainty, we would simply try to find Nunspeet (although we have been told since that Elspeet is technically part of Nunspeet even though there is a solid 10 km of forest between the two). So we got on our bikes and followed the only street that had Nunspeet in it's name (Nunspeetseweg, we assumed that this would lead us to Nunspeet). And as luck would have it, it did (I think "seweg" means "the way to [insert city here]" because a lot of roads to cities are just the city name followed by "seweg"). We found it nice and easy too, so unfortunately there is no exciting twist here where we follow the wrong road for hours (sorry to have gotten your hopes up). I also saw the train for the first time there (I know I've seen trains in Canada before, but this is far different... My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw how fast these things travel). And then I get told this isn't even the fastest they go. I now fully understand why standing near the tracks is a tremendously bad idea... I always thought it was because there was some odd chance that a rock would shoot out at you from beneath the train and strike you dead... Nope! It's because they will suck you up into the afterlife if you're not careful. It was borderline terrifying. You thought Canadian trains came out of nowhere, I've never been so obsessive compulsively certain to check both ways in all my life than I was crossing the tracks that day.
However... Back to the whole not getting lost thing. That only lasted so long, for once we had neared the end of our journey and gotten back to the oh so small and almost insignificant town of Elspeet which we have biked through several times before... We wound up going down the wrong road and biked a solid 2km in the wrong direction into a neighbouring community. This turned our 10km bike home into a 14km bike home, Which is approximately how far it is from Mennorode to Apeldoorn... So maybe biking to church every week isn't as unfeasible as we had initially thought... Although we still need to find the place, aimless biking can only get one so far in a place a sixth the size of Winnipeg.