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Day 194: Bike Man

I was having kind of a hard day today. We went to the Louvre, which is HUGE. And it has been over a week since my last Enbrel shot. I was never planning on taking the shot with me to Europe; it just didn’t seem worth it to have to go through airport security and travel to several different countries with a pre-filled syringe for a single shot. Today, I was feeling the effects of this and having a hard time with all the walking. Then, we stumbled upon some bike/rickshaw guys. We hired one of them to take us down the Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe and over to the Eiffel Tower.

In the cozy two seater on the back of a bike, the hubs and I saw the sites of Paris; it would have taken us way too much time and pain to get to otherwise. Instead, we admired the shops, cowered from the crazy traffic and kissed under the Eiffel Tower without too much personal exertion. (As for the guy pedaling the bike, I cannot say. He was a trooper). It was romantic and silly and scary and restful all at the same time, and maybe, really, one of the best ways to see Paris!

Here is the best we could do at phone pictures on a moving (slowly) vehicle.

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Day 193: Cafe Moderne

The tour d’Europe continues and so do my posts about food. We got to Paris this evening around 6pm and, in true Parisian style, left for dinner around 8pm. We found Cafe Moderne online through Trip Advisor/Google and we both feel very lucky for that.

A friendly staff greeted us in French and I did my best to make table decisions and answer questions in French. However, when the waitress came to ask us if we had questions about the menu, I froze a little. When she asked if we wanted to speak English, I was relieved. (So was the hubs who was totally left out otherwise). She explained that they do just few things with meats (tartare=raw, boulettes=meatballs, and burgers). I decided on the salmon and dill meatballs with the mushroom sauce and creamy polenta. The hubs had the Dehli Burger, a tandoori chicken burger with peppers and raita (yogurt/cucumber sauce) and frites.

Let me tell you; this food was AMAZING. And not at all pricey. The atmosphere was very cool but relaxed. It was a great introduction to Paris, Parisians, and French food.

Day 192: The Famous Diary

We waited outside for an hour and a half to get into the Anne Frank House. It was freezing with flurries in the air but we were determined, and I’m glad we stuck it out.

The museum takes visitors through the small factory that Otto Frank owned and operated, up to the offices that he shared with three employees who all helped his family while they hid, and to the two top floors in the back of the building that made the annex or secret hiding place. The rooms hold pictures and other small artifacts of the eight people who lived there for two years but no furniture or large accessories. Pictures show how the rooms were arranged and decorated but Otto, the only person in his family to survive the war, intentionally left the rooms bare to symbolize the emptiness left by so many lives lost in the concentration camps.

In the last room, Anne’s actual diary is on display. After the war, one of Otto’s employees, who had helped the family by bringing them food, presented Otto with his daughter’s diary. He waited until it had been confirmed that Anne had died to read it and then publish it. Also on display in this final room is a notebook she used to write quotes she liked from books and sections of short stories she wrote. No pictures are allowed in any of the rooms, so I’ve tried to preserve a mental image of her diary and her handwriting.

For me, the most emotional part of the experience was a video of Otto talking about how reading his daughter’s diary made him realize that parents never really know their children. While Otto felt quite close to Anne, she, as a teenager, had deep and serious thoughts and a rich emotional life that he was not privy to. What I find so sad about this is that I think he may be right–until a certain age. In my experience, I’ve gotten much closer to my parents as I’ve gotten older. Sadly, Otto never had that opportunity with either of his children.

While I wouldn’t necessarily call this experience fun, it was definitely full and meaningful. I would tell anyone traveling to Amsterdam that it is a must see-just make sure to buy tickets ahead of time online so you don’t have to queue for so long beforehand.

(We found out later that they make a limited number of tickets available online per day. As long as you can buy and print, you can skip the line. Live and learn).

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Day 191: Roadtrip

We got this crazy idea when we got to Amsterdam today; what if we rented a car and drove to some windmills, castles and tulip fields? When I think of Holland or The Netherlands, those are the things I think of and looking at the little windmill graphics on my popout map made me realize I really wanted to see those things while here.

So, the hubs and I headed to the car rental place by the train station to get a car. We had no idea if this was even legal, but to the woman working there, it seemed totally normal. She did not have any automatic transmission vehicles, so we had to get a manual, which meant I had to do all the driving and the hubs, the navigating. We were smart enough to get a GPS which helped immensely, but I definitely needed the hubs for moral support since it had been over three years since I had driven a manual car. I’m proud to say it’s like riding a bike and I did very well.

We started by heading south east to a castle called Muiderslot. It was on one side of a small suburb and looked very traditional. It was flying maroon and gold banners of the Gryffindor variety, so it could have definitely been Hogwarts. We didn’t go inside because it was too pricey. Plus we had other spots to hit.

Next, we attempted to go south to a tulip field called Bloemenveiling. The GPS led us to factory or perhaps an indoor farm? We weren’t too sure, so we moved on.

Then west, our longest stop at Kuekenhof, a huge complex filled with gardens, flower displays, a windmill and castle. (Though the castle had a separate entrance fee, so we didn’t go in). The whole thing was set up with children in mind in that there was also a petting zoo, playground and hedge maze. The hubs and I let our inner children out, playing in the hedge maze, posing for pictures in giant wooden shoes, and climbing (well only the hubs did this) on this structure over the water. It was quite cold out and it is not quite tulip season so while there were tulips in planters around the grounds, the huge fields beyond the windmill were bare. I would love to come back and see them in full bloom. Apparently all you can see is a rainbow of flowers for miles.

Finally, we went north looking for the Ijmuiden Lighthouse. When the GPS started to take us to another factory looking area, we abandoned ship and I let me fairly keen sense of direction take over. We ended up in a national park on the North Sea made up of the largest sand/grass dunes I have ever seen. It was beautiful and totally silent, except for the gusting winds. If I hadn’t already been pretty worm down from all the driving and walking, I would have loved to have spent more time there, hiking, taking pictures and meeting people’s dogs.

Six hours and 120 kilometers later, after making one large circle around the city of Amsterdam, we made it back to the car rental place and passed the detailed re-inspection of the vehicle. It was such a great adventure and I am so glad we made it happen.

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I don’t have a ton of pictures to share right now because I mostly used my birthday present (a Cannon DSLR). I’m thinking a photo highlights post may be in order when I get back.

Day 190: Chocolate and French Fries

We took it easy today, choosing mostly to indulge in some of Belgium’s finest treats, mainly chocolate and frites. First, I had a chocolate chaud (hot chocolate) that was basically just melted chocolate in a cup.

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Second, we stopped at a chocolatier and learned all about the different kinds of chocolate from a lovely lady. She gave us some samples so we bought a box of 24 different chocolates that she hand picked for us.

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Third, we took the train east in search of the “best fries in the world.” Maison Antoin came highly recommended both from online sources and from my rheumatologist whose daughter lived for a time in Belgium. They were pretty darn good, maybe the best ever. Potato-y and crispy with many sauce choices (we went for mayo and curry ketchup). Delicious.

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