I was able to get the airport without event and board the plane. Oddly enough another passenger greeted with a friendly “hello”. It took me a minute before I realized I had sat by their family on the way to Sarajevo from Amsterdam. They were also returning from a 2 week stay. Small world!
Daphne and Floor (exchange students of ours who are also sisters) met me at the airport. It has been 5 years since I’ve seen Daphne and even longer since I’ve seen Floor. what fun! We talked for 11 hours straight! Daphne has a house/studio apartment in a canal building right on the water (well, duh, that’s what a canal house is). She remodeled it and it is amazing. I am staying here for the night. A taxi will take me to the airport in the morning and I’ll fly (8 hours) to Delhi. Then spend the night in a hotel and take a train (7 or so hours) to Bethany’s.
After I dropped off my luggage at Daphne’s we went out for lunch at Wahem. They ordered for me. It was delicious. Don’t remember what it is called but it is like a grilled cheese sandwich with ham and bacon in it, except the bread is coated in something. Then a fried egg is on top and greens with pesto on the side. I tried to get the recipe from the owner but she doesn’t do the cooking! Imagine that! And then there’s always coffee! With a biscotti that was amazing.
We walked down to the Anne Frank house and went on the tour. I had wanted to do that almost 20 years ago when I was in Amsterdam but it was closed! What an amazing exhibit. It really brought the reality of the events surrounding the holocaust home. I also did not know that Anne’s sister, Margo, had written many diaries that were never found. They did have some of her Latin homework. She would do her work and send it to the tutor to grade and it would be returned to her. Pictures that Anne had pasted to the walls were still there. The stairwell IS very steep. We walked by the church with the tower she so often saw when looking out the attic window. I heard the church bell ringing and could only imagine Anne and her whole family listening. (Sorry I don’t have pictures. Cameras are not allowed.)
Then we had reservations at a very popular, traditional Dutch restaurant called “Mother’s” The walls are covered with headshot pictures of moms. The dishes, glasses, and silverware are all mismatched because when they opened people brought the dishes and such with them for their use. It is always crowded and you have to have reservations to get in. We each had something different.
We shared tastes of the cheesecake and the apple crumble. Then a traditional tin of cookies were brought to the table, also. The cookies were good. The desserts looked better than they tasted (which helped to not eat it all!).
We walked through out the town before the meal and I took pictures of almost every food I saw. One place had an interesting way to serve roasted chicken. It is tightly stacked on a spit and sliced down the side of the stack. (Hope that makes sense.) Daphne said it is in the states but I’ve never seen it. She explained to the worker there what I was doing (taking food pictures all over the world) and he offered me a taste. It (free) was actually better than the food I ordered later.
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