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Catching Up Day 196, 197 and 198

So a couple days off due to lack of wifi, turned in to three and I’m still jet lagged. Here they are in brief…

Day 196 was a very lazy vacation day for me: I was feeling pretty tired and fatigued, enough that it really prevented me from wanting to do anything. The hubs went to the Tower of London without me, but when he came back, he showed me all of the pictures and told me everything he remembered from the tour.

Day 197 was the flight home which was fine, but not fun. Getting home at 3pm, picking up Elphie and doing exactly what I said we would (order in, watch dvr) were all so fun, I was asleep by 7pm.

Which brings me to today, Day 198, the first day back at work. Even though everyone around me seemed at their wits end over the annual gala coming up in two days, I felt strangely calm and prepared to take on all challenges thrown my way. It is possible that I was just delirious from a strange sleeping schedule but I like to think I came back with fresh eyes and handled what could have been an entirely anxiety filled day with calm attention.

Our trip was so special and fun, but I’m glad to be back home!

Day 195: Anniversary

Day 195 was our anniversary. It was a lovely day. We woke up in Paris-the hubs went out to fetch eclairs for breakfast before we caught our train to London where we visited the Tate Modern and the Globe before going out for an anniversary dinner followed by a few drinks in the pub where we are staying. We made some friends at the pub, some women who ooohed and ahhed over our anniversary, our trip, my ring, and Chicago. They told us funny stories about themselves: two of them have known each other for five years and the other they just met that night when the date she was on at the pub ended badly. (It was kind of like something out of Sex and the City).

At dinner, the hubs and I were able to reflect upon the last year and predict good things for the next. At the pub, we were able to make friends who made a big deal out of our anniversary and toasted to our many happy returns.

[But I wasn’t able to blog about it until today because there is no access to wifi in the room. For that reason, the next few posts may be slightly delayed. Today is our last full day of the trip and we fly back to Chicago tomorrow. We plan to pick up Elphie, order in and catch up on DVR].

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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