Last time I blogged I was in a completely different country where they speak a different language and use a different currency and where you didn’t have to say “It’s only money” every time you spent the equivalent of $5 for an ice cream cone.

I’ve been taking notes because I’ve been doing so much stuff I was afraid if I didn’t write it down, I’d forget what I did. And I’m inclined to just copy my notes into my blog even though it would make for very dull reading.
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I think I knew I was biting off more than I could chew, but this is Amsterdam, home of some of the world’s greatest museums and rich with history. I actually only went to four museums, but it feels like it was much more. And it didn’t help that I never stopped to take a break or have lunch. I’m not sure what I was thinking.

And it’s just 6:00. I still have a concert to go to tonight. I hope I can stay awake…
Continue reading “Danger! Museum saturation possible! Proceed with caution!”

Today was my Haarlem day.

It’s a short train ride to Haarlem, about 15 minutes. In fact,  when I was first planning this trip, I was going to stay in Haarlem. It would have been a nice place to stay, I guess, pleasant to go back to after a day in Amsterdam. But I’m glad I’m staying in Amsterdam. Haarlem was a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.
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I like to travel as a temporary local. I’m not big on tours, I hate walking around with my nose in a guidebook, and I like eating in restaurants that locals go to, not ones that cater largely to tourists. Staying in a apartment in a residential neighborhood far from the center, I can mostly blend in well at local shops and markets, at least until someone asks me something and I stare at them dumbly and say “English?”

But yesterday I proudly wore my tourist hat.
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  1. Breakfast that includes fresh‐baked bread, cheese, fresh‐squeezed orange juice, fresh fruit, and a fried egg from a local farm.
  2. Saturday market in a delightful town that’s laced with canals. 
  3. Walking through parts of the town that are normally mobbed with tourists early in the morning before there is a soul around.
  4. Visiting one of the best small art museums anywhere, the Mauritshuis in The Hague.
  5. Seeing a painting of the delightful town, by its most famous resident, Johannes Vermeer, that is so beautiful and so brilliantly painted that it may actually be better than the real thing.
  6. Being in that small town during an exhibit in a local museum that brings one of Vermeer’s paintings home to the place he lived and worked.
  7. Lunch of bread and cheese purchased from vendors at the local market and consumed on a bench overlooking a canal with hopeful ducks lingering nearby.
  8. Finding not one, not two, but three beautiful vases to add to your collection, even if one of them is so exquisite that you buy it even though it is by far the most expensive vase to enter your collection.
  9. Walking through the town in the early evening to find small out‐of‐the‐way sights you missed earlier.
  10. Enjoying Indonesian food for dinner without thinking about how brutally the Dutch dealt with the local people there when they colonized it.

View my photo album from The Hague and the Mauritshuis.
View my photo album from Delft.

… and into the freezer. Or so it seems tonight. The temperatures have dropped about 25 degrees Fahrenheit, from the upper 70s to the lower 50s, which, as those who know me are aware, is a good thing! And it’s supposed to stay chilly through next week. The downside is that there is rain in the forecast, but it appears to be mostly scattered showers, so I’m staying hopeful.
Continue reading “Out of the frying pan…”