Diane here. I will leave you in suspense about Gail's school
experience so far except to say that she did not actually die on the first day
of school. Or the second or third. Jury's still out on the 4th.
Last week we were a little ahead of things - all moved into
our apartment and five free days before school started. So we did what any
rational family would do - we went to the Netherlands for a long weekend! Amsterdam
is such a gorgeous city - just walking around is a pleasure (at least when I
don't have plantar fasciitis)! It's also a city of SERIOUS bicyclists. Crossing the street requires attention to the car lanes, the tram lanes and the bike lanes. The bikes move quickly!
After we arrived on Wednesday afternoon we went
to the Van Gogh museum, which I love. There aren't many museums where you can
see an artist's progression through his entire career, which in Van Gogh's case
was only ten years.
From there we walked
to the Anne Frank house. The lines there are always long, but we got in after a
30 minute wait. Gail had just read the diary in school last year. The first
time I visited, as a Girl Scout, I found it inconceivable that anyone could
live in such a small space. As an adult, the space doesn't bother me nearly as
much as the thought of living without natural light for years.
On Thursday we went to the Rijkstag, the national art museum
which has been extensively remodeled. It was also amazing. "Nightwatch"
is the most famous painting there, but we also loved lots of other things,
including a fanciful chess set (picture attached), incredibly carved furniture,
and a piece of modern art that was a grandfather clock with the image of a
person in it. Every minute the person would erase the hands and redraw them in
the new correct time.
Then it was a quiet lunch at a sidewalk café, a quick visit
to the Oude Kerk (the Old Church), and a train to Leeuvarden to visit our
friends Peter and Leonie and their son Pieter who was home for the weekend. We
were sad to miss their daughter Krystal (though perhaps she's avoiding me after
I inadvertently attempted to poison her with nut-laden pesto in Italy a few years
ago). In Leeuvarden we rented an
electric boat and took a tour of the city's canals. It was beautiful. We
avoided all museums in deference to our heathen daughter
who thought that two all-day art museums in two days was too much for a human
to bear. I mean, really! The nerve. (That was Gail's addition to the
blog.)
From Leeuvarden we headed down to Voorburg to visit Hester
and her family. Their town is also beautiful, and her parents and her home are
gezellig. (Gezellig is a virtually
untranslatable Dutch word that means cozy, welcoming, comfortable).
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