07.07.2011 - 07.07.2011 21 °C
Sprinkle sandwiches I love you. You start my day off on two good feet. We ran out of our room before crazy got up trying to hide so she wouldn’t sit with us. We calmly ate our breakfast and slowly sipped our coffee. While Shane was getting ready our crazy man-hating roommate asked if she could take a picture of us, “it’s not to often you meet a happy married couple.” I said yes but meant no, I didn’t know how not to be rude. We left before she brought out her camera.
Once in Amsterdam we stood in ridiculous lines trying to figure out how to get around this tiny country. Turns out just because it’s small doesn’t make it quick. 7 hours and four transfers to get from the top to the bottom. We stepped outside, myself already very annoyed at the information we got, I thought our long train rides were over. I asked Shane for the map, turns out SOMEONE forgot it in the room. Not naming names though because I’m sure he would protest.
With his terrific sense of man-direction Shane took us right through the red light district where I saw some very scantily clad ladies in doorways even with my eyes averted! We wandered up some streets and down the next, made a few rights and a few lefts. When we finally made it to our destination Shane was proud, he found it. Well of course you found it! I would have found it too if I walked down every street in this quarter of the city! Nevertheless we were at the Dutch Resistance Museum, the only museum worth lifting our museum-ban for.
We spent a few hours reading every article of information we could understand. This was our grandparent’s reality after all. Two things to mention: one, thank goodness the Dutch had the kahunas to resist the Nazis, I’m proud of their effort. And two, why is there no mention of the Canadian liberation? Even in the photos we saw of the flags they hung in celebration of victory didn’t include a Canadian flag. What is with this?
After all that walking we were hungry. We got a huge portion of Belgian fries with mayo. The container must have weighted two pounds! I’m ashamed to say we did finish them and they almost put me in a fry coma. We grew tired of Amsterdam and all it’s chaos so we took the train back to Haarlem. We tried our best to get all of our souvenir shopping out of the way. Haarlem has been voted best shopping in the Netherlands for many years now. It has streets full of boutique shops and we wandered in and out of just about everyone. We found gifts for Dad, Natasha and Erin. Darn it Mom are you sure you don’t want a birthday calendar filled with pictures of tulips?!
We went back to the hostel around 2000 and called Steph to wish her a happy birthday. I jumped in the shower before Crazy pulled out her camera to take our picture, I wouldn’t let her photograph me in my pajamas. We packed and repacked and re-repacked our packs to distribute the weight so that fat Gary wouldn’t break on us the next morning. Then we slept, full of excitement for the days ahead.