I'm now in Amsterdam, and actually have been here since Sunday evening. Travel from Bochum to Amsterdam was quite simple. Well, not really... I had to take two trains. The first train being a commuter/local train and the second being a regular train. According to my ticket, I had 8 minutes to make my connnection. It sounded reasonable, however, the commuter train was late getting into the station where my connection was and I missed the connecting train. I went to the ticket office and had to go through the process, but was able to get a later train two hours later. Because the it was the railways fault, I got two vouchers for 2 euro's each to use in the station while I waited, which paid for my iced latte at Starbucks. I was grateful that the station was a decent one, or I probably would have ended up sitting at a McDonalds for 2 hours. Starbucks had wifi so I was able to try and catch up with my blog, and I was able to for a bit.
I got on my train and was on my way to Amsterdam. It was a rather quick ride. When I got to the station, it was cold and rainy. My first thought was, "I didn't bring a sweater or a jacket". Anyway, Melinda met me at the station and we took a ferry across the river where she and Rob lived.
They have a lovely place. Here is a picture with a view from the downstairs room into the backyard. With the rain and such, it was beautiful. Melinda made dinner and then she and I talked and caught up.
First order of business the next day was to find a jacket to wear. I was a little weary about finding something that would fit, but we ended up and a place where they had big boy sizes and I was able to pick up a jacket that I really liked. We got the to the store at 11:30am, but the store didn't open until 12:00, so Melinda did some shopping at the organic store while we waited. I took a picture of this...
And here's the jacket...
Why am I biting my lip in this picture??
Anyhow, we got the jacket and Melinda lent me an umbrella, and I was off to see what I could of Amsterdam in the rain. I walked up the Main Street and started looking around. First thing I saw was this
The "new" church I believe it is called, which is on my list of things to check out first thing tomorrow. Then I saw this....
I didn't go in. As I wondered along, I stopped for some fries on Melinda's recommendation. Oh man, they were delicious. Best I've ever had. You could choose from a long list of sauces, I chose mayonnaise and cheddar cheese - I'm sure this will gross many people out, but it was really great.
I walked on to the main square and took a picture of the Royal Palace
And Madame Tussaud's
A poster for a new play about Anne Frank
Canals in Amsterdam
Wait sign, telling you 45 minutes from this spot, but please enjoy the free complimentary WiFi
Street Lamps with crowns....
Canal tunnel
Entrance to the Anne Frank House. No pictures inside :(
Outside the Anne Frank House.
I didn't realize how much of this story I remembered. I must have read the play several times as a kid, I'm sure I read the book also, I saw my good friend Samantha in the play in 1988, but I was amazed at the amount of detail I can remember. Going through the rooms and reading the quotes from the diary, watching the video screens etc just brought everything much closer to home. They lived on two levels upstairs from a jam canning plant. They were there for two years. I was pondering why this was an important account and why it's so popular. Most likely, while telling the tale of the Franks and the other family that lived with them, it's also a story for many Jews at the time of WWII, but this story was lucky enough to be written down and after a long time, finally being published. It's a powerful story and being in the place where it happened made it even more powerful. The tragic end of this story, as well as the end to a lot of stories like this in WWII chokes me up the most. I was moved by the stories of the aftermath more than anything. I don't have any words for this...
After the Anne Frank House, I re-grouped at a cafe and found that it was later than I thought and museums and such were closing. So I wandered around for a bit....
As we wander, here is Jaques Brel's "Amsterdam"
There are a LOT of cheese shops in Amsterdam. This one was up against a church.
A church
For what was inside - banana and Straciatella today. Not as good as Venice!!!
This was shop that I almost went into, but the stairs were SO steep, that I wasn't about to attempt them. I could just imagine falling down the stairs, so I skipped it.
Rob picked me up at the ferry and we went home and had dinner and some sparking conversation. Melinda suggested that I play some piano for them, and I just happened to have my iPad with all my music with me, so I gave them a little recital, and we talked a lot about music, classical, theatre, etc and had a great time. Afterward, we listened to some opera and had a few shots of this...
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