Jul 22

July 22 – Three Days in Sunny Zeeland

the porceleyne fles delft blueJuly 19
I slept in a smidgen. Han was up and having coffee when I arrived to the breakfast room. Han had previously contacted a friend from St. Maarten who now lives in The Hague. Her name is Wanda and he had not seen her in a little over 15 years. She is very sweet and they had a nice time visiting while I went to the Apothecary to grab some allergy items and to the mobile store for more phone minutes.
We departed the hotel a little before 11 and literally meandered through The Hague via car to sightsee and take some pics. The inner city construction is ridiculous and I was thankful to get out of the city. Buildings are new and towering and it feels a bit too closed in from the older more quaint towns.
Han knows I love Delft Blauw pottery, ceramics and porcelain, so we drove quaint side streets to the city of Delft, about 15 minutes south and went through the oldest manufacturer or Royal Blue Delft products, called “De Koninklijke Porceleyne Fles” > The Royal Porcelain Bottle.
Hugging the Delft Blue cowWe enjoyed a walking tour of the museum and factory. It was quite interesting and we saw some extraordinary pieces of Delft artwork. The plant is not very large, but definitely worth the admission of 12.50 euro.
They have an extensive gift shop and wonderful café too with an courtyard seating that makes you feel back in the 1800s.
Here is more history on this lovely pottery.
Our next drive thru was the port City of Rotterdam on our way to the Provence of Zeeland in the village of Westenschouwen at a charming informal hotel called De Zilvermeeuw which means “The Silver Seagull.”
We were shown to our room and it was large enough with a private bathroom. However it was a bit hot for me as The Nederlands are experiencing abnormally warm weather, even for this time of year. We mentioned it to our hostess “Natasha” and she found us a fan to use. I was instantly much more happy. We met her adorable dog named “Najda”, a rescue she had brought back fromRussia 9 years ago, and then went to grab a few groceries. I purchased some gladiola flowers in appreciation for the fan, but told her that they were from Najda since she is obviously such a good mommy. I received one of many more hugs to come during our stay.
For dinner we walked to the nearby restaurant cluster. Han had his much awaited for mussels and I enjoyed some escargots in garlic butter.
We sat outside and the flies were going crazy over the mussel shells. To say it was annoying, is putting it mildly.
Afterwards we walked to the beach, climbed the pyramid set of stairs, gazed out over the westerschelde, then went back to our room to relax.
Oh I almost forgot, on our way into this Province famous for its huge DeltaWorks, Han also drove by the marina and vacation park called Aqua Delta that he helped develop in the mid 70’s. It has obviously gone through many expansions since, as it is huge now with four marinas and a 2,000 unit vacation village all by itself.
We had lunch at one of the Marinas, not impressed and way too touristy and Han felt a bit sorry that he had been at the beginning of all this, waking up a small village with a lifestyle that reached back in the 1800s, now turned into a veritable maritime shopping center.
July 20
Slept like a baby.
Breakfast is fantastic and much thought and care is put into the presentation and taste.
Today we drove over to the town of Zierikzee, but not before dropping off some much needed laundry. It is a small, easily walkable city. It was devastated by flooding from the North Sea in February 1953, when thousands drowned. But the buildings survived and the architecture there is quite stunning.
Our first site was the 62 meter high Zierikzee Tower. You are able to take steps to the very top for a bird’s eye view but being that neither Han nor I am fond of tight spiral staircases, we passed up on the pleasure and decided the ant eye view was easier.
The town center is oblong with easy to walk paths of inlaid brick, and much easier on your feet than cobblestone paths.
We had a small lunch at one of the restaurants along the edges of the center, did a little shopping, took more photos, loved the castle archways we walked through with views of the river, many boats to admire and beautiful churches. I just love the old ornate churches here in Europe. I never tire of walking through the beauty of them.
When we returned back at the hotel, Natasha and a visiting friend of hers were relaxing over a Russian summer soup that is made in the approximately one month of warm weather in Siberia, her native home. The soup is called Okroshka and she asked if we wanted to try it. She did mention that most people are not fond of it and if I did not like it, I would not have to eat it. She brought us out huge bowls of it and thank goodness I really liked it. In fact, the more I ate of it, the more I liked it. It is very refreshing and she mentioned that it is a cleansing soup too. Um yeah, that kind of cleansing.
We visited a bit while sitting out on the lovely patio surrounded by gorgeous flowers. She knows limited English so most of our conversation was interpreted by Han, but she and I hit it off and enjoyed our fun if not limited ability to speak with each other. She is much better than I, since I know no other language besides English.
We asked Natasha to write the soup recipe for us. I hope to receive it soon via email.
The hotel is somewhat loud and bustling during the day, but at about 10:30pm everything goes quiet like a light has been turned off.
Hotel Zilvermeeuw-WestenschouwenJuly 21
So this morning began the cleansing part of the soup. We were not able to exit the hotel for a while but it was great to laze around some. Han picked up the clothes from the laundry and I stayed close to the restroom. LOL
I did however take an apple to the sweet horse across the street. He is very people oriented and really enjoys if anyone stops to chat to him. He LOVED the apple which I had cored for easy bites and taken the seeds out. I wish I was not scared to ride them because I find them to be fantastic and interesting.
After I felt it safe to leave the premises, we walked to the beach. The day was a tiny bit cooler but sunny with a soft breeze. Perfect beach weather. Once again those dang stairs up and down to the beach. The dunes were man-made after the great 1953 storm, but since then they let nature take over. They are huge and purposely so to protect the town from any future floods.
We just took a stroll, snapped some photos and picked up a few small shells. My collecting is already out of hand.
It was also quite the workout since the sand is soft and deep and the beach is expansive. Today was obviously very crowded.
I noticed they have many lifeguards on duty who walk the beach, a dingy boat in wait and ready for any rescues and another boat in the water always scanning. They take vacationers safety here quite seriously.
Lunch today consisted of Belgium waffles with warm cherries and whipped cream. Not near as good as our previous one in Giethoorn, so was somewhat disappointed.
We drove into the small village of Haamstede but could not get through because they were having a market and I honestly was not in the mood for another market. We did see two yard sales which I of course had to stop and inspect. I purchased some 1800’s pewter small figurines at one and nothing at the other. Han and I both loved talking with the locals and found they are very friendly and welcoming.
On the way out of town, I saw a hair salon. I decided to get more of my hair chopped off. I am tired of being hot.
She did not understand what I was going for, and I am not overly fond of it but it grows back so all is good. It is much cooler on my neck now though, so that is good.
We have learned that the kids here begin working very young. We were served today by a young boy of 10 years old and then dinner tonight by a young girl of 11. I have to admit by being completely impressed by their efficiency, work ethic, professionalism, maturity and knowledge. They seriously put people twice their age to shame. Most of the establishments here are family owned.
Travel Hint: People young, old, worldwide enjoy compliments. Bestow them on those deserving individuals. It makes your and their day.
Also: We stayed up far too long tonight watching the tube. Seldom do I find English speaking channels as I have here, so I am enjoying the TV a bit too much as one movies moves into the next.
July 22
Woke up and realized I have now slept great for three nights in a row. That is almost unheard of for me. It is feeling great.
Much cooler and overcast this morning, so was easier to pack up. The hotel emptied out fast and I think we were the last ones to leave. I wanted a little more time to visit with Natasha. I will miss her. We had some more hugs and maybe one day I will see her again.
Patted the doggy good-bye,  told the horse to eat more apples and we got on our way towards our next stop of Ghent Belgium.
We drove through the longest tunnel that either of us have ever driven in. It is over four miles long and deep underground.
We got terribly lost in Ghent, as Ring Roads turn into dead ends trying to find the hotel, finally stopped to ask directions and we were a bit far from where we were supposed to be. After some more going around in circles a few times due to the extreme construction, we finally found the hotel parking lot entrance.
We were able to check in early to the Holiday Inn Expo which is across the parking lot of IKEA. I happen to love their food so later on we walked over to have a late lunch. It was delicious. Han had two salmon and shrimp appetizers, we each had an entree and drink and it cost us only Euro 24.00. Love it.
The hotel is very nice, excellent location very near the tram station and affordable. Our IHG points are adding up and helping to save us money.

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Jul 18

July 18 – Visiting Madurodam and Spending Night in The Hague

TJ's tulipsWe slept in this morning, finally checked out. We began our way to see the field of tulip flowers but only saw a few rows. Han said we were about a month and a half too late. Was happy to see any at all.
Our special treat today was Madurodam. Han, like most Dutch kids, went there as a child and he knows how I am about miniature items.
The Park was established in 1952 as a war memorial for war hero and resistance fighter George Maduro, who died at the Dachau concentration camp on February 9, 1945. The parents of George Maduro provided the initial capital for Madurodam. It was founded to support charities.
It has the most amazing small replicas of old to new cities, canals, castles, trains, villages, cars, ships, churches, concert, city halls, airport, electric company, windmills, rivers, real trees and flowers and more than you can ever imagine. I was quite surprised by all the details and how interesting it was. I even paid one euro and a mini clog maker made me a pair of clogs and trucked them to where I was standing. Yes, it was so adorable. They have many interactive areas too and the biggest playground area that will make you wish to once again be a child.
It is a joyful little place to visit and I give it a two thumbs up.
After leaving there we proceeded to Den Haag (The Hague)
We ran around in circles trying to locate the Holiday Inn Express for at least one & half hours. It was getting ridiculous. The construction in the inner city is insane by the way. At least with running around, we were able to see much of the area without meaning to.
We saw a police car, asked them, they could not even explain “how” and just said, “follow us.” They escorted us and were very nice. Thank goodness because we would have probably never found it, as it was set back off any of the main roads and no signs. We had to pull into like a bat cave parking garage. The hotel is nice and right on a cozy town square with a statue of the “Father of the Netherlands”, William of Orange.
Our room is directly on street level and one of the windows was not tightly shut, so suddenly I smelled pot and so did Han. We made sure the windows were locked up after that.
We walked the square to choose a restaurant for dinner and decided upon Cafe Restaurant Luden.
Food was great and we were so tired though that afterwards, we immediately returned to the hotel room.

Jul 17

July 16 Amsterdam – Enough Said…

TJ's wooden shoesWe slept in very late after our overly eventful day yesterday.
Took the train to Amsterdam and my vocabulary is not large enough to describe this city or even if I “should” describe it all. lol
My simple definition is, “Spectacularly Trashy!”
I think more than anything I loved seeing with my owns eyes the scenes from well-known pictures, art and movies.
Everywhere you turn there is something new to see but usually gawk at. Where else will you see people walking around dressed like penises or wearing blow up ones on their heads? Where else are there scantily clad women advertising their wares in large windows? I even saw one eating her Burger King meal while on display. I guess they are not allowed actual lunch breaks? We saw brass art work embedded into the ground of a hand holding a breast, which was located directly in front of a church. Say what?
Or a little person dressed in a bunny suit!
Or signs with a person figure saying, “No Shit, No Pee, No Puke.” Really sad when you have to post signs like that. However you will be smelling pee a lot and I suggest wearing shoes that you can hose down later.
Pot cafes, pot candy, pot stores, pot merchandise, pot everything on every single corner in every type of variation and we were constantly walking through clouds of smoke. (smelled better than the pee)
Every imaginable restaurant to choose from too. We went to New King for lunch, which is located along an entire street of Asian eateries.
More shopping than you could ever do in even a whole week. Its like one big shopping mall. That was not so great to me, but I did buy some souvenirs.
We purchased some amazing Dutch chocolates at “Ganache” and they are superbly decadent.
We by chance walked upon the canal area where they were filming stunt scenes for a new Hollywood movie called, “Hitman’s Bodyguard” with Samuel Jackson. There all many videos on youtube from the locals.
More than any other city in Holland, you had best learn to move fast and dart quickly. The trams and cars are the least of your worries, it’s the bicycles that will mow you over if you step in front of them. There are so many designated paths that it leaves you wondering a bit about where the walk path actually is located. Stick to the back streets if possible.
We had coffee and little tiny pancakes called Poffertjes with powdered sugar called “poffertjes” and they are mightily delicious. They make beignets taste like blah dough. Seriously!
We witnessed someone who had obviously gotten evicted and their belongings dumped on the street. Looks as if many people had pilfered through the items for anything salvageable.
Spoke with three cool police on bicycles. I of course had to ask why the front of his bike bore three X’s. He said that is the accepted sign of Amsterdam now and everyone wears it. WOWZA!
Amsterdam used to have a huge flower market with fresh cut flowers, but that is no more and Han was a bit disappointed by that. Now they have bulbs you can buy and fake tulips. They are catering more to the tourist obviously.
I was able to take a photo of Han sitting where he used to sit 48 years ago while playing guitar on “The Dam”, which is the central gathering point in Amsterdam and it was extremely crowded like every other area.
Some think it may have been because Beyonce was in town today playing a concert at the Bijlmer Arena.
When we got enough of walking, we walked some more, but back to the train station to head back to our comfy hotel.
On the way, there was some weird goings on with two guys in their 20’s who were sitting behind me. All of a sudden, both were in the bathroom together, I got uncomfortable and went into the next car. Along came a train conductor and Han told him what was going on. He sat down to wait them out. I came back into the car and shortly they came out of the bathroom. They had been hiding from the conductor because they had somehow jumped the train without tickets. He put them off at the next station, but had called ahead to have someone investigate them. We got off at the same stop but got out of there because who knows what those two guys were up to?
Two Travel Hints:
I have walked many cobblestone streets in Europe, but none quite so difficult and uncomfortable as Amsterdam. Wear good, comfortable sturdy shoes. Your feet will thank you.
Carry a knife in your purse or pocket. You never know when you will be hungry for a piece of fruit or some peace of mind.
July 17   Day Two in Amsterdam
We visited Amsterdam again and walked our little feet off. I kept trying to find the perfect ratio of bicycle and canal for a picture but never really succeeded to my liking. I have a few, but nothing to make me overly excited.
Yesterday Han had mentioned he wanted a certain soup called Saoto. It is a Surinamese dish and I happened to round the corner of the Red Light District and there was a restaurant that served it. We had a very nice lunch, then walked through the Sunday market in the square. It was okay but I would have preferred just to walk around the natural settings.
We walked through some neighborhood areas and they were not as crowded. The crowds are really getting to me a bit, especially when you witness people being horrible pigs and throwing trash on the road and in the canals. I decided I did not want to do a canal trip after all due to the many people who were just so loud and obnoxious and it is over the top touristy now this time of year.
We spoke with some older locals and they are also saddened by the condition that Amsterdam is quickly becoming.
I shopped a little more. Replaced the items that I had forgotten in the train station yesterday. (I checked with lost and found but no dice.)
Met a nice gentleman from India who owned a store. He was truly charming and sweet. It is always such a pleasure to talk with uplifting people.
We had coffee and poffertjes (mini pancakes) again. To be honest, I asked my hubby for this treat, but instead of one portion (a dozen) he ordered two. My tummy cannot take much more. This was dinner for me.
We arrived back to the hotel about 7:30 and we were both fairly worn out. Time for some resting and sleep.

Jul 15

July 15 – Experiencing Three Days in One

IMG_0944Sadly my first picture of the day was a traffic wreck.

We had just got off the Texel ferry, while waiting in traffic, we heard a loud crash and saw a person flying through the air, then tumbling across the asphalt and she landed beside our car on the pavement. It was horrific.
A 23 year old woman motor cyclist had clipped the front end of a car. The car had been pulling out of a side road. It was actually her fault in our opinion and something must have distracted her because she had plenty of room to swerve, as the car was barely across the middle line.
I was out of the car so fast that I don’t even remember getting out. Han says I was the first one to get to her.
Thank goodness she understood English when I told her to “don’t move and stay still”, as she was trying to get up.
There would have been zero chance of that, but I did not want her to struggle and cause herself more damage.
A vacationing German female doctor and an EMT in training quickly showed up, as they were also in the traffic line. Myself, along with another other girl, kept her legs from moving and keep them steady. It was pretty freaking bad. Her right arm was mangled with abrasions across her chest, knee and other areas. After sliding for some 20 yards, she had landed on her back. So thankful she was wearing a helmet. She only had a swollen lip and scrape on her nose. Her right arm was bent in so many unnatural ways, that it still sickens me to think about it. I did my best not to look. She was not wearing any leathers except for gloves, which may have lessened her abrasions. We unclipped her helmet but left it on and unbuckled her belt.
Her boyfriend showed up out of nowhere, somehow, and she started getting very emotional. We actually had to remind him to not touch her, as he was overcome with worry. She started to overly fret over her motorcycle. I have been in a wreck and some weird things run through your mind that should not be a bother at the time.
The police arrived, then the ambulance, they began to stabilize her and give her an IV of fluids and pain medication.
The worst part was when they had to move her onto the cart and she began screaming in agony. That is when I started crying. Had to close my ears as best I could. So difficult to see someone in pain and not be able to help them.
The guy driving the car was beside himself with anxiety, we spoke with him after Han gave his story of what he saw to the police (left center of the photo shows police woman talking with Han through car window) and we assured him that it was not his fault. He was more worried about her, but thanked us repeatedly for being able to tell the police what happened.
Very nice man and felt for him too, as everyone was kinda walking around him, and I thought he needed some help too.
Some friends will disagree with me, but motorcycles make you too vulnerable. Just to think about how far she flew and tumbled from where her bike is laying, makes me have the shivers.
(When I went to sleep that night, she was still on my mind. I hope all is well and will fully recover.)
-Update- A newspaper account two days later mention that her injuries were less than initially thought and she would fully recover.
We were taking our time driving the remainder of the day, after this sobering experience, as we happened to see a street sign that read “Sint Maarten.” We met and used to live in St. Maarten/St.Martin in the Caribbean, so what else were we to do than go check it out and grab a cup of coffee too.
On the way we saw a field of tulips but we could not pull over for a photo op. We continued on into town, went through quite fast as it is actually a small village, turned around and headed back to the only place we saw open called “Café De Klimop.” It actually turned out to be what we “thought” was a bar, but ended up being SO much more. We ordered some coffee and, as we were the only ones in the place, began chatting with the owner.
It was one of those easy “feels like I have known you forever” kind of conversations with Ron, which was his name. He also had the bottled beer by Texel Brewery that I could purchase since I forgot to stop on the island. It is fantastic by the way.
As we talked, Ron was explaining that not only was his place a bar, it was also a cafe, banquet hall, pool room, darts tournament location, voting poll place, driver testing location, blood and urine lab work drop off point and probably more than I can remember right now. He may have been Mayor and just did not want to tell us. LOL
We had a blast. He was so sweet and kind. He gave me a Texel beer glass, then I asked for some beer caps and he had a few for me, but then he began giving me all kinds of beer items including four stacks of different beer coasters. It was like Christmas in July. I walked in a bit sad after that morning’s crash experiences, but walked out with gifts, beer, fond memories and a new friend on Facebook. This traveling is turning into an amazing roller coaster ride.
After we made it to Breukelen and checked into our hotel room, we called our St.Maarten friends Jay and Monique who now live outside of Amsterdam in a delightful little village.
Canals running all over, huge greenhouses selling the loveliest of flowers and cute homes dotting the landscape.
We enjoyed some wine and finger foods and when Han told them that I would love to hug a calf, they suggested we go visit the farm behind their house.
First I had to borrow some sensible shoes from Monique because I had sandals on.
I was super duper excited because I have been wanting to hug a calf for like months now.
We met the farmer and he gave us the enjoyable and informative tour. I am loving to learn new things every day.
I petted calves (one that was less than two days old) and even let a few suckle my hand. It helps with
their emotional needs since they are taken away from their mothers at birth. Sad but true, but these are milk cows after all. Be forewarned, if you let a calf suckle your hand, you will end up VERY slimy.
We were even able to see how the little ones are fed and taught from the one day old baby to full grown. There are so many stages they go through and they are very intelligent. One calf became overly rambunctious after eating. We were cracking up over her antics.
They only keep cows on their farm and any bulls who are born are separated immediately from the rest of the herd and sold when they are two weeks old.
The milking machine is nothing short of extraordinary in how it works, how the cows love it because they get treats and the efficiency is amazing.
I love cows, with their long eyelashes, how they enjoy human interaction, curiosity and even playfulness.
I have never been a huge beef eater, but now I don’t think I can ever eat a precious cow again.
I also talked to a few sheep. They had much to tell me and I returned a few “words.”
Oh and met a huge german shepherd that thought he was a cow. He was very cool but he kept trying to put his nose up under my skirt. He was a piggy for attention.
We headed back to their lovely home and had a more delicious bites of food and relaxing wine. The best part was the conversation. So wonderful to see old friends and catch up on life.
We finally parted since it was getting dark and wanted to make sure we would make it to our hotel.
Made it just fine. Snuggled in for the night. Lovely room, comfy bed and quiet. The only negative is my noise fan stopped working and it was a little difficult to sleep.

Jul 14

Our Hazey Lazy Days of Summer on Texel Island

on the beach in texelTexel was actually one of the few places I specifically asked to visit in Europe. I read about it in Coastal Living Magazine and it sounded just the place I would want to see. I was right because I sure know me. : )
Most our time was spent riding around exploring every road we could find and taking some stunning pictures. We never did get on a bicycle, but there are definitely more bikes than vehicles, and many more paths that the bikes are allowed that when driving a car you miss out on. It is much larger than I had imagined it to be. It is almost 179 square miles which includes seven villages and a handful of smaller settlements and about 1/3 of Texel is a protected nature reserve. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texel – http://texel.de/en/texel.php

This island is what dreams are made of, and this is one of my favorite areas in the world now. People are so laid back and friendly, it’s extremely safe, animals far outnumber people and they are ALL free roaming, each town has its own unique personality, you are surrounded by nature, beautiful beaches with many treasures for collecting, delicious fresh organic food, no traffic jams with considerate drivers, was sunny majority of time we visited, entire island is animal friendly with dogs being allowed everywhere including restaurants, plenty of shopping, busy outdoor markets, family orientated, forest areas to hike, variety of lodging including camping and many fun activities to choose from and do.

I will be listing our activities, places we visited, and/or restaurants in no particular order.
We drove the island, visited each darling town and enjoyed a new and charming area around the many corners and roundabouts.

Two places we ate that I give two thumbs up are:

Van der Star Seafood next door to the beachcomber museum, I could not finish all my delicious Codfish, but relax nothing went to waste. We had a some french fries left that I carried outside to give to the little birdies looking for a handout. Extremely fresh fish, fries and an outstanding salad with a yoghurt dressing. You are able to choose from a large array of freshly caught fish which they have on display in windowed coolers that you can see and inquire about. Very helpful and knowledgable staff. You can also purchase fresh fish to take home and prepare for yourself.
https://vispaleistexel.nl/voorpagina/viswinkel/

Restaurant de Horizon at the airport in De Cocksdorp. Yes, they have an airport here but it is all grass strips.
We were treated to a special sight because there was a plane called Karel Doorman preparing to take off into the blue skies. I find it extraordinary that humans have been flying commercially since approximately since 1914 but we are still enthralled by a plane taking flight. Especially one like this. It is a flying boat with dazzling propellors and blister panorama windows areas where people can sit. The plane was named after a Dutch Rear Admiral and was built in 1942 to honor his passing in that year. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karel_Doorman

After the interesting preparation and take off, we finally settled in for a delicious meal.
You may choose seats outside directly facing the airstrip or comfortably inside. We sat inside and we had the owners dog leashed beside us and he made our day by welcoming us with kisses.
Han had ribs, fries and salad. I had chicken sate, fries and salad. They really outdid themselves. I gobbled up the salad first. They make the dressing in house and it was delicious. Once again, I ended up sharing with Han as I could not eat it all. We are trying a new idea of eating a healthy breakfast, having a piece of fruit for lunch then having an early yummy dinner. We want to enjoy our food but certainly need to cut down a bit.
http://www.restaurantdehorizontexel.nl

It has been quite windy this week so we have been putting off beach time but we finally said we just have to literally face the wind. The beaches have lovely white soft sand. Plenty of shell and rock treasures to gather. Obviously it is too cold for us tropical travelers to swim here and the currents are hazardous, so we enjoyed our stroll, gazed out at the magnificent rolling North Sea and gathered some little treasures of our own.
When the sea is not overly violent, there are many wind surfers out grabbing some thrills.
You can also rent little cabanas to sit in or store your items. The day we went, only about three were rented.
All the beach areas have restaurants with nice wind shielded terrases.

We walked through De Koog, as they had an outdoor market (Braderie) with many vendors. It quickly became crowded with too many tourists, so we high tailed it out of there for quieter pastures.
We had more fun driving down a narrow road through the very extensive forest between De Koog and Den Hoorn.
Surrounded by nature was much more to our liking.

We stopped by a junk market in between towns and perused the items. Han bought a book and interestingly enough found some news clippings from 1988 and 2000 from the local newspaper. I picked out an interesting necklace and a misc. lot of 27 mini spoons. All in all, we spent a whopping four euros. LOL

We visited Kaap Skil Museum in Oudeschild and it is too much to describe the learning, amazing, educational and fun exhibits.
It was definitely one of our favorite places to enjoy. Make sure you give yourself enough time to slowly explore and take in the entire experience. They have one humongous room just to exhibit the finds that wash up on the beach. We rode in a simulated submarine (more for kids), walked through actual fisherman cottages and stores, watched as workers still ground wheat into flour inside the windmill and climbed rope ladders.
http://www.kaapskil.nl/exhibitions

The absolute best store “Graaf Interior” for souvenirs, decorative home items, some clothing, all things wool (especially slippers), baby accessories, artistic lovely gifts and trinkets of all kinds from one euro and up. The prices are very reasonable, the staff are simply fantastic and we actually went back to this store for the rest of our island shopping desires.
They even have a huge concrete gorilla for sale, if you so choose, but good luck packing that in your luggage.
After shopping you can enjoy an espresso in the coffee cafe upstairs on the balcony where you can relax and watch the people who are out and about.
Before shopping anywhere, visit this store first, you won’t regret it.
http://www.graafinterieur.nl

Jul 11

July 9 – Our Interesting Three Day Trek to Texel

TJ in GiethoornTexel is the largest of the Dutch Wadden Islands and caught our eye when preparing for this trip. On the first day of our trip to the island, we went down (Han’s) memory lane in a few towns and did sightseeing from the car.

Our first stopover was in Amersfoort, a old town near the Royal Palace. We drove through the town, it was extremely busy being it was Saturday afternoon, so we decided to find some lodging and delve deeper into the town on Sunday.

I was getting a headache and the only place we could find with internet to look up a reasonable hotel to stay, was at a McDonalds. You would think I would have learned my lesson in Vienna, but no, I am a glutton for punishment.

We ordered a coffee and doughnut, however we were served up a slew of literally screaming, running children with a mix of very loud talking adults thrown in for good measure. I have honestly never seen such hectic, mayhem, unruly McD’s in the states. Not saying there are none, just have never been witness to them. The Dutch are very lenient with their children, so much in fact that in wanting their children to have freedom, they often end up treading on others.

We quickly made reservations at a nearby hotel and gathered our coffee and donuts to picnic in the car.

We checked in, and arriving in our room we were pleasantly surprised by such elegant surroundings. Comfort in every corner which included a free mini bar, luxurious beds and bedding, classy, large picture window, cold airco, bathroom amenities, large bed, quiet and so much more. This hotel chain (van der Valk) is “off the chain” and I will be reserving more rooms in the near future. It is also very affordable. All was a great combination for us. It even had some TV stations in english. https://www.hotelamersfoorta1.nl/en

We happened to be there on a day that we were enchanted to see dozens of hot air balloons float by. That is one adventure I have yet to do and we may have to try it. It looks romantic.

July 10th

Woke up to a beautifully rested sleep. My, my how that can change your perspective! After checking out the hotel, we went into town to have breakfast but with enjoying a long lazy morning (check out is noon!) we had to settle for lunch instead. Great sandwiches on delicious breads. We were very happy to have stopped in. The owner/baker is quite enjoyable to speak with and he is trying to find a spot closer to the center of town. If in the area, look him up. http://www.leperron.nl/amersfoort/

We walked the downtown area of Amersfoort for about an hour and luckily found some back streets to get a better view of local living.

Gorgeous gardens of flowers, fruits and vegetables. A small building that had welcome signs for refugees with a most amazing wall art of a toucan. Town Square was already busy with cafés bordering the entire area and many people enjoying the precious few of truly sunny warm weather days in Holland. Many of the stores that are farther from town center were closed, but as you get closer, you have more of a choice. It was Sunday after all and many store owners like to be home with family. They are not overcome by the almighty dollar.(or Euro in this case).

The next village to explore on our way up was Giethoorn, often called the Venice of the Netherlands and was one of the more unique side trips to date. When we arrived, we treated ourselves to coffee and a sweet treat at Smit for a little energy. Han’s treat was better and he shared some with me. Try the warm cherries over Belgium waffle with homemade whipped cream. It was decadent. I had the apple pie and it was okay.http://www.smitgiethoorn.nl/english/

This idyllic village has no roads, and the only access is by water over the many beautiful canals or on foot over its wooden arch bridges. The locals use boats, bikes and their feet to get around, as cars have to remain outside the village. Located in the province of Overijssel, there are four miles of canals, charming gingerbread homes and farmhouses with thatched roofs dating back to the 18th century. The gardens among these homes are an active art in motion and tended lovingly. So many vibrant flower colors and lush greenery to admire and photograph.

With Han’s knee acting up a bit from so much walking, we decided not to walk all the way into center of town, but got quite the stroll in nonetheless down paved narrow paths, across small bridges, up and over larger arched bridges. It was extremely crowded due to being July vacation and school out, yet it was still enjoyable. I would love to go back and spend more time there and really take in the surroundings.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2093144/Giethoorn-The-village-Netherlands-roads.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giethoorn

http://www.tourismontheedge.com/hidden-places/europe/giethoorn-holland-the-small-venice-of-the-north

We drove into the province of Friesland, stopped on the outskirts for some photos and continued to our second day stopover in the town of Joure, famously known for the fact that Douwe Egberts (DE) started and still continues its global presence from here.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joure

We were a little late arriving at our reserved B&B accommodations, but when we rang the owner Els, she immediately came to let us in and what a sweetheart she is. We were instantly charmed by her and our room. There are only two rooms in the B&B, so it is very quiet. It also has a lovely view of one of the many canals running through the town.

There was also a fan in the room, so I was immediately at home. If you know anything about me, you will know that this Florida girl was raised with fans and I find it difficult to sleep without one. Hence we travel with a small fan that I fit in one of my suitcases. I have no shame. LOL

The Bed & Breakfast is called OP ’T ZAND. http://www.benb-op-tzand.nl

We walked next door to a small cafe for a bite to eat. The locals here are very friendly here and it was funny at times and also enjoyable to hear them call out greetings to each other while biking, boating or walking by. I am fairly sure due to the size, that most everyone knows everyone else in town.

 

July 11th

We woke up to a filling well thought out breakfast. We had the table to ourselves and was so very relaxing. The owner came in for a little bit to visit. I highly suggest you staying here if you are in the area.

We packed up and got on our way to our much anticipated Texel Island vacation spot.

However along the way, Han had to mention the famous Makkum village and it being known for their pottery and ceramics. So we obviously had to make an unplanned visit and of course had to find a store to purchase one of the well-known tiles that made the Makkum Pottery famous.

Our search found us in the antique store called “Frisian Art & Antique” and Han purchased an antique tile for me dated 1830’s.

The store has been in business for 38 years and the owner was very helpful. He surely knows his history and merchandise. I love history/learning lessons like he bestowed on us. http://friesekunstenantiekhandel.nl

Next we left Friesland for the cross-over to the province of North Holland from where we would connect to Texel. In 1927 the Dutch started building a 30 kilometer dike with two dams that reclaimed a huge piece of the North Sea then called the Southern Sea (Zuiderzee). The Afsluitdijk is a masterpiece of how the Dutch have engineered Dikes and Dams to keep the North Sea under control, considering that most of the country is situated below sea level. In the years since the Dutch have filled in large pieces of the lake that was formed into new cities and villages. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afsluitdijk

On the other side, we enjoyed our serene, surrounded by water, slow drive to the ferry service (which is owned and operated by the Texel people) that transported us over to Texel. The ferry ride is only about 20 minutes and cost Euro 37.50 for a round trip ticket if you are bringing a car. https://www.teso.nl/en/

We checked into Stayokay Hostel Lodging. I wanted to try something different. The hostel is geared for families which was fine, but I surely was not expecting two bus loads of children on a school trip with two chaperones who seemed never be in sight of their wards and the kids were running amok like ants on a damaged hill.

We noticed that the French, German and Belgium children were well behaved. Who were the hellions? Yep, little Dutch devils. LOL

Han and I both have noticed that the Dutch raise their children with so much freedom, that it sadly treads on the freedom of others.

These are basic accommodations, you make up your own beds, you need to bring your own towels or can rent some from them ($3 per pack), they have bike rentals, breakfast is normal european fair, but bread is outstanding, staff is nice and helpful, they have a bar area, comfortable gathering areas and friendly folks to converse with.

Also the showers run for 40 second intervals. You have to keep pushing the button to get more water. It makes shower time more challenging. I kept laughing to myself and thinking “no more hostels for me.”

The bar has a TV which runs sports all day long and one TV in a common room but I never saw it on. https://www.stayokay.com/en/hostel/texel

Hint: Not to go into details, but travel with your favorite brand of laxative. Constipation is one of the major problems to run into when traveling.

Jul 05

July 4-5 Surprising Train Adventure from Austria to the Nederlands

Tj packed for train travelJuly 4th – Today was Independence Day in the states with picnics and fireworks. We did not have fireworks, but we did have the most amazing barbecue dinner with Nik and his family. I did not miss the fireworks, since we were in the best company with delicious food to enjoy.
Katherina (Nik’s mom) brought the food. She made this garlic sauce to go on the lamb but we all put it on every single item on our plates, it was THAT good. We had the lamb, garlic sauce, steak, potatoes, yummy warm bread and a favorite dish of theirs called ??????? Oh and Peter’s favorite cake that Katherina made, which I had no room left in my stomach to try, but everyone else ate a piece. I have no idea how the managed it? LOL
So fortunate to have “family” in Austria and I treasure their love and friendship.
Many hugs and warm wishes later, we made an early night of it and turned in.

July 5th – Woke up and began our boring job of washing clothes and packing. Got some work done.
I did have a piece of cake for breakfast. Yep, fantastic and even better when I put some fig preserves on it.
Later in the evening Nik arrived home, then Peter (his dad) came by to pick us up for the trip to the train station.
Had a short meaningful talk with Niki. Will miss him like crazy and love him dearly.

Started our overnight train journey in Meidling Austria to Heerlen Nederlands at 8.35pm.
I walked through the station wearing my pillow like a turtle shell. LOL I have gotten to where comfort comes before anything, even possibly looking ridiculous.
We grabbed a quick bite of food then went to find our train.
I was not sure what to expect, as I have never been on an overnight train trip, but when I walked into our tiny room I was wondering where we would store our stuff and move around. Then like “how do I get into the top bunk?” I found the ladder and quickly figured out where to place it. Ta-Da!
There were welcome bags of sangria, slippers, towels, mints, water, ear plugs and such waiting for us.
There was no AC and it was hot. Had to open the little window to catch a breeze, but you also end up catching LOUD noises, tunnels that vacuum your ears out, country animal smells, city smells, non-stop flashing lights and stops at different train stations with loud people noises. The wind kept the window flapping loudly too. Then there is the movement of the very fast train.
So I might be the pickiest person in the world where it comes to sleep. I need a fan for white noise. I need my pillow. I need quiet. I need it dark. I need…I need…
I sure surprised Han, but myself even more so, that I was asleep within a short period and slept an undisturbed deep sleep. The train was like a lullaby to me. I am still dreaming of riding one again soon.

When Han shook me at 5:00am, I was not ready to wake up, but no choice as we had six minutes to get our butts off the train at 5:37am at Frankfurt International Airport. In the meantime the stewardess brought us our to-go breakfast and quickly evicted us off the train, because of course another train was soon to be entering behind us.

The rest of the train changes were seats and we changed trains three different times after that.
In Frankfurt we jumped on the train our train to what we thought would be Herzogenrath Germany, but we ended up in Liege Belgium because the clerk issued the wrong tickets. Figuring out the train system is something of a maze, even for those who work in the system, because there are so many connection options inside the many timetables. As a result we were in struggle mode as to how to get to our planned destination. (travel is always an adventure and expect the unexpected) In Liege we found a train heading to Maastricht Nederland’s, and jumped aboard without legitimate tickets and hoped for the best, we lucked out and no one checked. The train systems here are on an expanded honor system, but if you are caught without a ticket, there is a fine.

Once in Maastricht we located the train traveling to Heerlen (Han’s hometown), jumped on board but Han thought better than to push our luck, so he asked the conductor about tickets. The conductor realized the mistake that was made and even though he worked for another railroad company, he welcomed us aboard without having to purchase an actual ticket. People are so dang cool here.

Arrived in Heerlen two hours late at 11:30am, Marlies picked us up and we went to their home, chatted some, ate some then rested.
The rest of the day was spent talking about our adventures and ordering Chinese take-out babi pangang.

Hint: Pillows also come in handy when you are overcome by others BO smell and need to breath. Two guys on the track from Liege to Maastricht were also spraying their cologne around. Worse to date. People please take a shower before entering the confinement of a bus or train compartment!

Jul 03

July 3 – Adventures Happen Naturally on Trains

new friendsOur mode of transportation today was walk to Budapest central train station, grab the train to Vienna, change trains at Vienna’s Hauptbahnhof (main station) for a regional train to Liesing; and there get on the bus to Breitenfurt to get off at bus stop to finish our trip by foot (approx 2/3 mile) pulling our luggage as we walked through the neighborhood. Travel is fun. LOL

But we met some great people on the first part of our trip, and had enjoyable talks.
After a while of staring at computer and phone screens, We all decided to put our electronics away and focus on some old fashioned interaction.
The friendships we are making along the way are very rewarding, and you learn so much about yourself on the journey of learning about others.

We are now Facebook friends and it is so cool to continue to learn and see them via the internet.

I will just mention their first names of Daniel and Lé, and here is sending you both many hugs.
Also got a smidgen worried when border patrol started walking the train because they had two possible refugees on board. It all turned out fine, but it is a very touchy situation in many parts of the EU. As our train friends explained, Hungary is responsible for making sure there are no refugees on the train to Vienna, as there is no border patrol.

Daniel and Lé, who travel this route often said, it is very common occurrence and taken quite seriously after last year’s excesses on this route.

Jul 02

July 2 – Feet Were Our Modes of Transportation Today

Parliament in BudapestJuly 2 – Bus, Boat, Feet! However Mainly Feet Were Our Modes of Transportation Today

Jumped on the bus, walked to Dock 10 to board boat trip down the Danube and sat back to enjoy. The boat was incredibly crowded but we finally found a lovely little breezy spot to cool off and relax.
We saw pretty much the same buildings from yesterday, but from the water side.
The one that stood out was the Parliament Building. Such a shame that they need something so grand, huge and pretentious, when their entire city needs a facelift and there are hungry people wandering the streets.
I am not dogging on Budapest, as I have seen cities in the states just as guilty, if not more so. It is so sickening to me. The fat cats just keep getting fatter.

We had a late lunch again, this time at “The Casablanca” and it was good but I personally would not give it a huge thumbs up. This is where a gentleman was walking around looking for leftover food he could grab, and quite honestly, he haunted my sleep last night. It is horrible to witness such desperation. I looked for him upon leaving to give him some euros but he was gone. I really should have jumped up immediately and not have waited to help someone in need. Not feeling guilty, but just use it as another learning opportunity in life.

When we arrived back to the dock, we went in search of the nearest bus stop. We were told they had already stopped running for the day, due to the “Gay Pride Parade” that had been in process while we were on the boat.
I was peeved on two accounts; that we missed the parade because I would have definitely had my happy butt marching and we had to walk back to the damn hotel. Han thinks it was about four miles but it sure felt longer than that.
We had already walked quite a ways to the nearest bus stop, when we found out we had to start a zig-zag path back to the other main road where our hotel was located. We did see some very interesting places, took my favorite photo of the entire trip and enjoyed it as best we could. I did not wear shoes fit for it either.
We stopped in Burger King for a diet coke and to use the bathroom, where you have to key in a number from your receipt to gain access and also had a guard at the front door.
I never felt unsafe here, but it is not a city I would feel happy or even satisfied to live in. It is quite depressing and even the colors are all faded to drab.

Not complaining, just explaining how to create more comfort while traveling.
I used to think that camping out was the Holiday Inn, but I have now become accustomed and have even enjoyed learning another way of life. Has been a beautiful education, that you will never learn from books.
Like this hotel in Budapest. Was not able to travel with my own pillow and this hotel had feather ones and my pillow had feathers that kept poking me in the face. Obviously not comfortable, so I fixed the situation.
Removed the comforter from duvet, rolled the comforter as a pillow and covered up with the duvet cover, since it was too warm in the room for a comforter anyway.

When I do sometimes complain, I even learn from that, but the main thing is how fortunate I am to see, realize and know so many different places to compare. Not in a bad way, but just to realize what I like and don’t like that encompasses the world, not just the states. Once again, a true education in humanity that at times exceeds and sometimes fails miserably.

Jul 01

July 1 – Do I Dare Say, “Not Impressed” but Still Thankful to Travel

lunch at new york cafeWe went sightseeing on uncovered bus today. We are going to get suntans because it is a real scorcher outside.
There are some beautiful buildings of old and new, sculptures, art work and an excellent selection of humans to watch.
The tour bus guide and driver were not particularly friendly, but we hear it’s because people are cranky due to the hotter than normal weather.

Honestly, this may be one of the least friendly cities I have ever visited. Smiles are in short demand and people in general have a down trodden attitude.
In looking around, I could not help but notice there was were many mentally and physically challenged individuals, homelessness is everywhere, mattresses lay on the open sidewalks, guards stand at doors to keep loiters out, we saw one person laid flat out on the sidewalk sound asleep during the day, vagrants are hanging around restaurant tables hoping to find some food left for them to grab, the smell of pee is worse than San Francisco and trash is thrown down everywhere. No one cares. They just throw it down and walk on.
Some of the amazing buildings are in desperate need of renovation before they crumble to the ground. It is surely disheartening to see.
We did see a few buildings that were getting a facelift, but way too many more that need it. Han said they are not getting enough support from the EU. It definitely does not go unnoticed.

We had a somewhat expensive late lunch at the “New York Cafe” and is said to be the most beautiful cafe in the world, in which I would have to agree. Lunch was lovely, however a but overpriced for what you are served, so you are definitely paying for the atmosphere and privilege of eating there. Taking photos of such elegant, a bit over the top restaurant was fun. We were running (not really running) all over after our lunch snapping great pics.
http://www.newyorkcafe.hu/main-page.html?lang=en

We had a leisurely walk back to the hotel, jumped into a cold shower and relaxed for the evening to ready ourselves for another day in the sun.

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