Jerry and I left Venice On Thursday morning around 10 and arrived in Amsterdam about 8:30 the next morning. Neither one of us slept really well on the plane…big surprise to me who took Jerri DeKriet’s advice and had a big glass of wine with supper and then popped a few Tylenol sleep pills. I was pretty mellow but probably dozed off for an hour or so and then we were over Ireland and they were serving breakfast
Still, everyone says ” DON’T GO TO BED” when you get there so we hit the ground running (walking) to the Rijksmuseum to see some pretty amazing paintings by Rembrant and Vermeer. Then, we took one look at the line for the Van Gogh Museum (LONG even with tickets) We decided to do a canal cruise instead. We were SO tired and running on minimal sleep.
By the time we were back at the museum (line STILL long) we had had enough for the day and decided to head back to the hotel. Easy….just retrace our steps from the morning. We should have left breadcrumbs. We should have written it down. We should have asked someone. But instead we walked and walked and walked and FINALLY stopped to asked directions. Even then (and we had THREE maps) we got lost AGAIN and what should have taken us about twenty minutes took nearly an hour. Honestly, I was ready to cry at one point (me, who made it through radiation, chemo and major surgery with a minimum of tears was totally done in by a trek around Amsterdam and no clue how to get to the hotel.)
Today we headed for the Anne Frank House. We’re no fools. We had a 9:30 ticket and didn’t want to take a chance that we’d get lost again and miss our time (lines were long, we heard) So we took a taxi. And the line WAS long. By the time we left there around 11:30, there were about 500 people in line…and I think the wait was about three hours.
The museum broke my heart. One child…one group of people in hiding told one story of the Holocaust. Multiply that by 6, 000,000…so huge, so helpless to conceive.
We left there and went to the Resistance Museum across town. I learned a lot. And wondered…not for the first time. Would I have helped or pretended I had no clue how bad it really was?
Took the tram back to the hotel from there. That was another adventure. And now just as we are getting the hang of this city, we’re leaving tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorow…Van Gogh Museum as soon as it opens and then I am HOPING to get a bit of shopping done. Brenda Perroni (Kate’ s sister) insists that the BEST thing about Amsterdam is a chocolate store call Pucinni Bamboni and if I can find it I’m determined to get there. Thought we’d get there today but couldn’t find it. (so what else is new?)
So here’s what I know. I need to come back here. A few days is no where near enough time to see and “do” Amsterdam. (and no, I didn’t try the offerings in one of their famous coffee shops. Not enough time or nerve, I guess)
Love to all…Keep those prayers coming for Kate. She’s probably moving to rehab on Monday…has had her second chemo treatment and no horrific side effects.
More photos later. They just won’t go where I want them to. Serves me right. I didn’t bring my laptop…doing this on the ipad (How on earth did Linda Morassi do a blog on her iphone while walking the Camino???)