We always wanted to go to Amsterdam, and since Karina has family there, the holidays were a perfect excuse to finally pack and go. The Netherlands in general and Amsterdam in particular always seemed very enticing and interesting. The architecture, the canals, the whole cosmopolitanism, culture. Amongst the things that fascinated us the most were:
The very narrow architecture. Due to the weird fact that around 16th century, one would pay taxes on the width of the street facing side of a building, this motivated people to build tall narrow houses, sometimes so narrow you’d need to use a rope to go upstairs, as there were no space for staircases.
The Vincent Van Gogh Museum. I really like some of his paintings.
The Rembrandt Museum. I’m not such a big fan, but since we’re already there.
The parks and canals, even though it’s not summer.
At least some of the countryside, windmills and such.
We left our
hated beloved village very early in the morning of the 27th on our way to Frankfurt Airport. We didn’t have any mishaps or delays, for a change, and had the chance to take a few pictures on our way there. We arrived in Amsterdam later that afternoon and, quite tired from the journey, went to bed quite early and didn’t get to see or do much.
On the 28th we had a lot of fun. We left early in the morning and headed to the Apple Store. Unfortunately a few days earlier, the silica ball bag inside Karina’s backpack broke and one of the small balls got stuck inside the phone input. They were able to quickly fix it. From there, we went walking about, taking some pictures and enjoying the overall experience.
I took the chance to adventure myself into some street photography, amidst the acre smell of cannabis, the naked women behind glasses, the crowded streets full of people, bicycles and birds.
Since we were still tired from the trip, we ended up going home a bit earlier than expected, where I took the opportunity to go through the pictures we took and do some writing.
On the 29th we had some sun and left on a little field trip to the countryside. First we saw the mills and did some shopping in Zaanse Schans, before the wave of tourists arrived. The whole town had this smell of freshly ground cocoa and wet wood. It’s very nice in the beginning but can become a bit nauseating after a while.
From there, we drove further, to Volendam. With its beautiful houses and quaint atmosphere (despite the tourists), it looks quite dreamy, surreal, plastic even. Their cheese and their fish offerings were absolutely delicious, we had a great time walking about, taking pictures and so on. I certainly recommend visiting both if you have the chance.
On the 30th of December, we got up early and took the tram to Oostpark, to finally see the aforementioned De Schreeuw. We also walked to the very spot where he was killed, sadly there was no plaque or any other acknowledgment that we could find.
A bit saddened, we went back to the city centre. This time to the sex museum. It's an interesting place to visit but felt more like a fun place for teenagers to laugh at penis-shaped-anythings and showcase old pornography than an actual museum. Misleading name, perhaps. Still, worth visiting, they have some amazing photographs and paintings on display. I didn't like the animatronics so much. After much walking about, taking pictures, we stopped by the Broodbar for lunch. What delicious food and cozy atmosphere, all very nice.
From there, we went cheese shopping. Many of my favourite cheeses are dutch, and some of them are quite hard to find where I live.
On the 31st we decided to stay in and rest, as we would probably need the strength to endure the long night ahead of us. In the evening we had a delicious home cooked dinner and left to a friend’s house to drink and wait until midnight. We enjoyed it a lot, tasted the local Christmas specialty, oliebol, and so on. As they live very close to the National Maritime Museum, once the fireworks began we just popped out to watch.
As the fires started to fade, we wandered all over downtown to see the remainder. Overall quite an adventurous night, amidst fire, smoke, noise and people.
On the 1st of January, we again didn’t go out, as it was Karina’s uncle’s husband’s birthday (and the apostrophes just pile up!). A lot of people came by, friends and family. We got to meet his lovely parents as well. His grandfather, who’s 94, could not come, as he lives in a small village near the border with Germany. We really enjoyed it (oh, the cake, give me more cake!). Since we had to fly back really early in the morning on the 2nd, our adventures pretty much ended there.
This might have gone a bit too long, but we had such a great time and I always wanted to do a travel log of sorts, so here it is.