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    • Day 8

      Amsterdam (Pt 1)

      July 17, 2023 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

      Amsterdam was an absolute delight and so pretty. Despite us taking it easy, Alysha managed to take more pictures there than anywhere else yet. Below and for the next couple of posts we present photos largely chronologically. The delay in upload has come partly from tiredness and busy-ness, but also overwhelm at what to do with all the photos when this app limits posts to 20 photos each!

      We got into Amsterdam at 8:30am after a VERY early train from Brussels, and walked around (and in Alysha's case, napped for a little) until our canal tour at 9pm, just before sunset. These photos cover our morning in Jordaan (just west of old town in the city centre) and the beginning of us venturing into the city centre.
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    • Day 52

      VIJF FOTOS-Day 1 Amsterdam

      June 4, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

      "Never Can Say Good-Bye, Nein, Nein, Nein, NEIN" (with apologies to songwriter Clifton Davis)

      This seemed to be Cologne's theme song as we attempted to catch our 12:30 train to Amsterdam. We made it a point to arrive early at the station and find that our train was scheduled for track 5. There was a delay, and we watched the boards for updates. Suddenly, at our train's schedule arrival, all information disappeared from the board without any announcement.

      We scrambled to see if the train had been moved to a different track, and we finally got into a long information line where we asked what to do next, and we were referred to the ticket office.

      It was at this point we learned that on weekends they change stations for the Cologne to Amsterdam route. The exchange went something like this:

      Ticket Agent: You're at the wrong station.
      Me: Why did the Electronic Board Say Track 5?
      TA: No it didn't.
      Me: Yes it did
      TA: No it didn't.
      ME Yes, it did. Plus it said which car.
      TA: No, it didn't. And there was an announcement that on weekends this route is at the other station.
      ME: No, there wasn't.
      TA: Yes, there was.

      At this point, I was having flashbacks of one of my favorite Monty Python sketches:
      https://youtu.be/ohDB5gbtaEQ

      The ticket agent then proceeded to berate me about how I just should have known about the change. I grew silent for a few moments and looked at her, now keenly in touch with my "inner bitch" , and I interrupted her "When you are finished scolding me, can we make some time to talk about the next steps that we can take to get to Amsterdam?"

      She paused for a moment, and then gave us very helpful information that another train would be departing from the other station at 2:30. She wrote the information down with the name of the other station followed by an exclamation point.

      The train to Amsterdam was pleasant and traveled through farmland where we saw many contemporary windmills and a few that we associate with the older days of Holland.

      We arrived at Amsterdam's Central Station which was loud and busy. We checked the map to locate the walk to our canal house, and figured out the route.
      There was one catch.
      We could not find a way to exit the station that didn't have a gate barring our exit without a ticket. I tried using the QR code for the train trip, but that didn't work. At this point, I was expecting an announcement that we were being returned to Cologne until we signed a complete confession that we went to the wrong station for departure.

      I finally pushed the help button near the gate, and we were set free from Train Station Hell. We circumnavigated the station completely to avoid the risk of taking what appeared to be the more efficient route to our flat.

      It was about a fifteen-minute walk through a lively scene. I do think that we'll have to be on high alert to avoid a tragic death by getting run over by a bicycle. The little bicycle bells do warn constantly of impending doom. We both agreed that we are very grateful not to have a car here.

      We were both a bit beat, and Jim C observed that we had the equivalent of a stressful 8-hour workday. Given that those days are so much more rare in retirement, I have to remember that we're pretty fortunate.

      We did make it to the address of our flat, and we knew that the owner would be delayed so we grabbed a bite across the street. There happens to be a pub at the foot of our flat so we grabbed a beer and waiting for the owner to arrive. Jim C was in heaven because he had been deprived of IPA's and the pub has several.

      We met the owner, Sebastiaan, who gave us an orientation of the small cozy flat. I should note that the flat is reached coming up a spiral staircase, and we're at the top of the building. It's really nice to have our own space. Sebastiaan left us a beautiful flower arrangement (he's a florist and a bottle of champagne on ice.

      After we settled in, we walked through the neighborhood. Jim C noticed that some of the homes leaned pretty significantly. I checked out one of the coffee shops that sells cannabis. It was fun to see the social atmosphere in addition to the store and their goods.

      As we were headed back, we caught a brilliant sunset. The reflection on the canal is a treasure.

      Goedenacht!

      p.s. A final word to my Cologne Ticket Agent:
      Yes, it did!!
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    • Day 54

      VIJF FOTOS-Amsterdam Day 3

      June 6, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ 🌧 13 °C

      After a light breakfast in our flat, we made our way to the Van Gogh Museum.

      My interest in Van Gogh really did stem from my intrigue about Don McLean's narrative hit "Vincent" where the narrator laments that he couldn't tell Vincent how beautiful he was. About the same time, I was broadening the songs that I could play on the guitar and "Vincent" was one of the pieces I learned. I tend to be drawn to sad narrative songs. This one has always drawn me in because it's a good reminder to let others know that their existence matters.

      I had previously seen Van Gogh's "A Starry Night" and a few of his other works at the MOMA in New York City. The thought of seeing so many more pieces of his artwork in one place was exciting.

      We loved the layout of the museum. We began with a temporary exhibit displaying mostly a number of painting of olive trees. I smiled when I recalled a recent conversation with our granddaughter Olive and showing her the olive trees on the property- "Me Trees" as coined by Olive.

      The museum integrated a chronology with the display of Van Gogh's drawings and paintings. There were also other artists' works represented ranging from artists who influenced him to those artists who were his friends. It was interesting to see comparative paintings of the same subject.

      He was so prolific, and you could see his thought process and his desire to create variations of a scene from different perspectives (time of day, season).

      It's hard to think that he was so tortured that he ended his life at 37 never knowing his impact on art.

      Part of Vincent's story revolves around his very close relationship with his brother,Theo. I loved the inclusion of letters between them. Although younger than Vincent, he also died about six months later. They are buried next to each other outside of Paris. This story really is grounded in the importance of siblings. I'm grateful for mine.

      When I saw Van Gogh's "Sunflowers", in took on new meaning as I thought about the people in Ukraine. On the way back, we walked through a nearby park. I love greenspace in urban areas.We enjoyed a great lunch, and we've been relaxing at the flat. We had a light dinner of local breads, cheeses, and meats at the flat. It was another great day in a beautiful city. We're off to a pub or two before calling it a night.

      💖
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    • Day 55

      VIJF FOTOS-Amsterdam Day 4

      June 7, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

      Today was a fairly unplanned day initially other than we decided to take a train to The Hague, Netherlands. It's about 30 miles away. Jim C discovered that there was an Escher Museum there so we decided to book tickets to see it.

      Although Amsterdam is the capital of The Netherlands, The Hague is the center for most of the government function.

      The train ride was a comfortable 50-minute ride through a mostly rural area. We walked over to the museum through a beautiful wooded greenspace. The Escher Museum is housed in a beautiful two-hundred year old-palace used for the Queen Mother for decades. The setting really added to the experience.

      It was fun to see Escher's works, and the developmental story about his craft moved to the world of perspectives and the infinity of tesseracts. I had previously assumed that he had a deep mathematic background, but that's not true according to his story.

      Escher's work intrigues me because it's playful, but also seems to turn something impossible to something that is strangely plausible. I also think of the scene in the movie "Labyrinth" which also fuels my nightmares of heights and precarious drops: https://youtu.be/k1Z2pk5J9Ng

      Fittingly, the return to the main floor was down a spiral staircase that when looking down seems to go to infinity. Full disclosure: Jim C looked down and took the photo. I didn't-just focusing on a step at a time. 😬

      After we left the museum, we took the tram to the beach. We arrived adjacent to what I have dubbed "Oh Hel Nee Pier"boasting a ferris wheel a large tower and crane for zipline and bungee jumping. I reflected on my entrenched acrophobia, and decided that it's still the way for me. It was fun to put our feet in the water; the North Sea wasn't as cold as we expected. We also tried bitteballen (round fried balls with mostly white sauce) and fries as we watched families gather and play on the beach.

      We left the beach in search of the Peace Palace (Vredespaleis), a building funded by Andrew Carnegie. This palace holds the International Court of Justice, the principal judicial body of the United Nations; and the Permanent Court of Arbitration, a non-U.N. body that works to resolve disputes between member states and countries. The Palace was not open to visitors when we arrived so we missed the opportunity to see the library.

      Just outside the gates of the Palace on the Carnegieplein, the Herdenkingsmonument 1940-1945 The Hague Memorial)

      The monument was created in 1992 by sculptor Appie Drielsma. The Jewish Drielsma had survived the war as a boy by going into hiding.  This is one of several war memorials that he created.

      The monument is made up of four columns. These columns symbolize the four groups in society at the time of the Second World War: neutral, Roman Catholic, Protestant and Jewish. Unlike a number of memorial monuments, the Hague Memorial is not a monument that commemorates a specific group of people or a specific event. The memorial honors everyone who died in the war.

      Inscribed nearby are these culminating thoughts:

      "This monument wants to commemorate without distinction all those who paid with their lives for the delusions that gave rise to National Socialism. It silently calls for vigilance against the impulses in the human mind that can fuel such delusions and lead to such degrading political systems. In that sense, it wants to be a sign for generations to come.”

      The message feels more real in our own backyard. I hope that we learn from the lessons of the past and heed the warnings.

      As we walked away from the Palace, we observed many embassies along the way with their flags flying. Many also had banners or flags in support of Ukraine. There was also a massive Progress flag on display which makes us proud of the Portland artist who designed it and recognition of Pride month.

      It really was a great walking day as the day was sunnier than originally forecasted and the temperature was pleasant.

      We ended the evening with a leisurely Italian dinner while we people watched in one of the gay districts. The portions were generous and tasty (Jim C had tortellini and I had lasagna).

      We are finding that "play it by ear" travel days are very rewarding.

      Dag vrienden en familie.
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    • Day 56

      VIJF FOTOS-Amsterdam Day 5

      June 8, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ 🌧 14 °C

      After a light breakfast at our flat we headed out to a meeting point adjacent to the Heritage Museum for a small-group arranged tour to learn about the historic Jewish quarter (Jodenburt), the small area between Nieuwmarkt and Plantage.

      Jonathan, our guide, was personable and gave us a rich context for our walk. We gathered for our tour on the Amstel River. Our guide shared with us that it was the only natural waterway as opposed to the canals running through the city. The Amstel River was dammed by fisherman and documents dated back to 1275 show proof of the bridge and waiving toll charges from those deemed to be residents of the area-thus, the city was named Amsterdam. I remarked to Jim that the name Amstel was familiar. He replied, "Yes, it's the name of a Dutch beer that isn't any good. "

      We began the tour with a stop at the Names Memorial. The names of Jewish residents who perished is reflected one at a time in a single brick. Over 102,000 Jewish people from Amsterdam perished of the 140,000 people who lived there. Like the Names Memorial Quilt, the tangible display of the number of people murdered makes the loss something that is less abstract. Where the brick walls and the metal shapes intersect, there is a narrow void that makes the steel letters seem to float. This symbolizes the interruption in the history and culture of the Dutch people. There are four reflective Hebrew letters on the top of the walls signifying "In Memory of..."

      I try to imagine 73% of my community dying while the world watched. Amsterdam has taken great pains to try and pain that picture.

      Both in Cologne and Amsterdam, we have noticed the brass squares on the streets with persons' names, birthdays and where they were murdered. We learned from Jonathan that The Netherlands has about 8,500 Stolpersteine, (stumbling stones), the brass memorial plaques embedded in the street that call on passers-by to remember individual victims of the Nazi genocide and oppression, a mental “stumbling” that forces pedestrians to reckon with the past. In further research, I learned that Amsterdam placed the first stumbling stones of known gay resistance fighters about a year ago.

      We stopped by the Portuguese Synagogue was built in the late 17th century. During this period, many Jewish people fled from the Iberian peninsula to escape persecution and settled in the Dutch Republic, partly due to the country’s liberal religious laws. The Portuguese Synagogue is still an important place of worship and contains one of the oldest Jewish libraries in the world, Ets Haim Library.

      We heard stories that Amsterdam remained a safe haven for Jews and unlike other cities where Jewish communities were forced into ghettos, the opportunities were broad and integrated.

      Amsterdam was neutral during WWI and they initially tried the same position during WWII. We heard the background story of Otto Frank, father of Anne Frank, who chose to move to Amsterdam at the time of Hitler's early succession with the thought that it would be safer than Germany.

      As we know in history, Amsterdam was occupied early in the war by the Nazis. Over a short period of time Jews were stripped of many rights and they were increasingly isolated and dehumanized leading to mass executions and deportations to concentration camps.

      Our guide told us a story of a 1941 initial uprising of workers who rebelled against the deportation of the Jews. A statue symbolizing that effort portrays a dock worker and the date of the general strike that completely shut trade down.
      It was a powerful story of Labor standing up fire the rights of others.

      We passed through one of the old parks where the SpiegelMonument a 1977 memorial was created to commemorate those murdered in Auchwitz. When I approached the flat mirror display, my first impression was that the art installation had been vandalized as the mirrors were smashed and fragmented. We learned that this was the portrayal by the artist, as a display over an urn carrying cremains of Auschwitz victims. From the website describing the monument:

      "The monument is made up of broken mirrors and it bears the inscription 'Never again Auschwitz'. The sky is reflected in the mirrors. According to Wolkers, the broken mirrors symbolize that the sky will never be unblemished after Auschwitz:

      Heaven continues to be violated forever.It is a horrific attack on everything a person stands for."

      We ended the tour learning that the original Jewish quarter, while referenced in history. Around the end of the war, there was a severe winter and wood was salvaged from the empty Jewish households as fuel for heating. It was haunting to see all the levels of eradication.

      As we were leaving the area, we saw the birth home of Rembrandt, who lived in the old Jewish quarter.

      After a light lunch, we returned to our flat just as the rains were beginning. We enjoyed a quiet afternoon, and we processed our learning for the day.

      We wrapped the day with a great dinner at "The Garlic Queen" where all of the courses-cocktails, appetizers, main course and dessert contain garlic. It was quite good, and a nice way to end the day.
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    • Day 57

      VIJF FOTOS-Amsterdam Day 6

      June 9, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

      For a good part of the day, we enjoyed a leisurely day near our flat as we took care of a few necessities: laundry and haircuts. It was sunny and cool, the best weather day since we arrived.

      I think I enjoy people watching nearly as much as planned excursions, and today was no exception. We sat by the canal outside of our flat with a few beers and a light lunch and we took in the sights around us.

      This evening, we went to the Anne Frank House. The museum reminds me of the Civil Rights Museum in Memphis that incorporates the Lorraine Motel, the site where Martin Luther King was assassinated, as part of the museum's structure. Similarly, a modern structure is integrated with the Frank house.

      We were not allowed to take photos inside the house. I suspect that most people are somewhat familiar with Anne Frank and her diary that captured time when her family and acquaintances hid for two years from the Nazis. They were discovered and deported to concentration camps where all perished with the exception of Otto Frank.

      Before entering the house, I wondered what would be the most impactful aspects of the visit. Would it be seeing the bookcase that hid the entrance to the back of the house? Would it be moving through the secret living quarters with seven other people for two years without being able to leave, make sounds during the day, or go near a window? Would it be imagining the Nazis discovering the hiding space and being taken away from the home to an uncertain future?

      For me, two things really hit hard: The first was seeing pencil lines on the wall measuring Anne's changing height. It reminded me of a house that we bought where those same children's height archives remained from the previous owner. Ordinary people were doing ordinary things.

      The second were the diaries themselves. The opportunity to see Anne's writing as an early teen, capturing her observations about every day life in hiding, but also navigating bigger a world that allowed the horrific events to take place.

      I have a few takeaways from our time at the house.

      As a father, I can only imagine how difficult it would be to think that you had taken steps to protect your family, only to lose them all and to be the left to retell the painful story.

      As a former teacher who assigned students to keep journals, I'm reminded that the insights of youth can be quite powerful. They express their thoughts about daily life and their hopes and fears. I learned much from my students. They didn't know it at the time, but they were my teachers.

      Like many, experiencing nearly two years of various degrees of isolation during the pandemic, I'm reminded of my privilege, and what we endured was minimal by comparison.

      I wonder about the mindset that rationalized the need for a nationalistic Nazi Socialist party and accepted a deranged leader to commit the most evil act in our world's history. While it seems like hyperbole to compare current times to this period, I do think that we have become numb to similar rationalizations jeopardizing democracy in our own backyard.

      I celebrate the allies who risked their lives to try and protect their friends despite serious personal risk.

      I'm reminded that the story of Anne Frank is one story. The stories of millions are lost and have not been told individually. The promise of so many people was eradicated.

      We must do everything we can to make sure that this never happens again and to heed the advice of a wise 14-year old:

      "How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world." Anne Frank
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    • Day 58

      VIJF FOTOS-Amsterdam Day 7

      June 10, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

      After a late-night out, we enjoyed sleeping in. With the weather forecast improving as the day progressed we opted to check out a few of Amsterdam's parks.

      On the way we stopped by the Westerkerk, the Dutch Reform Church where Rembrsndt was buried. Rembrandt died a pauper, and eventually his remains were removed and destroyed which was customary for the treatment of the poor.

      We noticed the memorial plaque as well as the magnificent organ with biblical stories painted on adjacent panels.

      After leaving the church we took a tram to Rembrandt Park. It was nice to be in green space. Our guide the other day remarked that Amsterdam needed extra intentionality to create parks given its below sea level elevation. It was fun to walk by the petting zoo and a rather bizarre green ceramic statue. We tried looking it up, and we still don't have a good sense about it. It appeared to be vandalized, and we found a reference that the city created a rule for the commission of this work that if it was vandalized that the ceramic will be replaced by bronze as a tangible sign of vandalism and transformation.

      Before we traveled to the next park, we enjoyed lunch by a canal. It was fun to watch the people, particularly children accompanied by their parents as they left school by bike or walking. The equivalent of the Good Humor Man was strategically parked with his ice cream cart joined by a long line of children ready to sample his wares. It reminded me of living in Connecticut when I was young and getting ice cream after swimming lessons.

      Vondel Park was very pretty with a great rose garden. The park is named after a Dutch playwright and poet.

      As we made our way back to the flat, I stopped at La Tertulia, a kaffee shop that my son recommended, to purchase another space cake. I do admit that I have missed the opportunity to sample cannabis edibles. They were labeled in a range from beginner to advanced plus. I chose the latter, and I have sampled about half of a peanut butter space cake. If I remember, I'll let you know how that goes. 😏

      We ended the evening with a traditional Indonesian Rice Table (Rijtstaffel) meal. Rijstaffel is not actually an Indonesian meal. Instead, it days back to the period of Dutch colonization over what is now Indonesia (1602-1942), when the Dutch East India Company traded in the natural resources of the Spice Islands.

      The eighteen dishes were all colors of the rainbow and arranged from mild to spicy. We enjoyed the choices, and we finished the meal with mango ice cream garnished with lingon berries and accompanied by spice cake.

      It was another fun day in Amsterdam. We are grateful for our time here.
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    • Day 59

      VIJF FOTOS-Amsterdam Day 8

      June 11, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

      Today was a pretty quiet day as we started making preparations for our travels to Paris tomorrow morning.

      I thought this might be a good time to share overall impressions of the city. First, the canals really do add to the charm of the city. We love the canal house facades, and the quirky use of space.

      I won't miss the ching-ching sounds of bicycles or the tell-tale rattle from behind that a bike is approaching. I have found the bicycle bells annoying even though I like the concept of less cars. Jim C and I both observed that the least consideration is for pedestrians. Crosswalks without a controlled walk/ don't walk light mean nothing. One must remain ever vigilant about not colliding with someone on a bike.

      We did take a brief stroll through the red light district. It felt a lot like a walk on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. I recognize that I need to keep my judgment in check, but other than the novelty of this historical area, I wondered about the quality of life for the sex workers. It does appear that laws provide some protections for them.

      I liked the social aspect of the kaffee houses. It's interesting how the laws work where you can legally smoke in the cafes, but it's technically illegal to smoke on the street. It's clear from the frequent whiffs of smoke that many ignore the rule.

      I will not miss steep narrow spiral staircases which are understandably ubiquitous in the city. Our flat was essentially in attic space. We got used to navigating the steps over time although I had the extra challenge of ducking to avoid concussions with low beams and ceilings.

      The food and service were all great. We found all service workers to be friendly and helpful. We loved the outdoor café atmosphere. We enjoyed different flavor variations of Dutch cheese, and the opportunity to sample local and Belgian beers.

      When we learned more about the stories of Jews who lived in Amsterdam and the number who perished in the Holocaust, I was reminded of a book that I read when I was about eight years old: "The Winged Watchman". It was a fictional children's story about the Nazi occupation of The Netherlands, a family who were part the resistance fighters and the dynamics of other neighbors who were Nazi sympathizers. It was a very challenging topic, and I remember asking my parents many questions about the Nazis and treatment of the Jews. I'm grateful that I wasn't sheltered from these stories. The question I had as a child remains: How could anything like the Holocaust happen?

      Jim C and I compared our impressions of the week at a local Soul Food Café for dinner. We ended the night with a very late visit to a dance club. The atmosphere was charged and the music was WAY TOO LOUD. It was still a fun way to end the week.

      Amsterdam is a city of contrast. It's a playground for the young, and a somber reminder to those who pause to reflect upon the unfathomable devastation during WWII.

      We will be back for a few more days next week with the opportunity to sleep on a boat.

      Be well,
      Jim
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    • Day 4

      Sittin' on the dock of the bay

      June 3, 2022 in the Netherlands ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

      לא פשוט
      בתוך כל ההמולה
      לא להרגיש אבודה
      מטיילת
      וסביבי חבורות
      מדוע בחרתי לבד להיות
      לא טוב היות האדם לבדו
      וגם חופשי זה לגמרי לבד
      גבול דק מפריד
      בין לבד לבדידות
      צריכה לבחור בכל יום
      את הטוב לראות
      להזכיר לעצמי איזו זכות
      ולמצוא בתוכי שוב
      את החירות.
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    • Day 27

      Trasgressivi!

      August 11, 2023 in the Netherlands ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

      Oggi in una delle città più trasgressive al mondo anche noi ci siamo tolti delle soddisfazioni. In un dedalo di strade piene di sexy shop e di coffee shop, nel quartiere a luci rosse, non siamo riusciti a frenare il nostri appetiti 🫣
      Abbiamo resistito fino alle 14 ma poi….
      ABBIAMO MANGIATO THAILANDESE 😂😂😂
      A parte gli scherzi devo dire che la città è bella da morire, una fra le più particolari che abbia mai visto! Passeggiando fra i canali ci arrivavano delle zaffate di marijuana che lascia perdere 😂, ma ha un’architettura unica che ti fa dimenticare i 20000 passi che servono per ammirarla!
      Torneremo senza la Bella perché con lei ci sono vietate la totalità delle attività, musei ecc ecc
      Domani mulini a vento, che già mi fa presagire un bel pippone introspettivo/filosofico, nel caso passerete oltre.
      A domani
      Sirù: quando mia moglie mi ha detto che aveva voglia di trasgredire ad Amsterdam , mai e poi mai mi sarei aspettato che intendesse mangiare thailandese!
      Canzone del giorno “Vado al massimo” V. Rossi 😢
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