You're Never Lost If You Don't Care Where You Are: 10/11/20

2009

Throughback all the way to 2009 now! First days used to always mean Amsterdam.

Vlaamse Frites met Mayo. Only way to go.

There was a carnival on Dam Square, and I convinced Dutchboy to ride the huge ferris wheel with me! The thing is, he doesn't like heights almost as much as I don't like water. But the views were so magnificent, I think he didn't mind it too much.

Walking from Dam Square to Centraal Station, you pass the Beurs van Berlage.

We stopped in for supper at Nam Kee. It's legendary and the favorite of many Amsterdammers. Others say it is over-rated. The food was nice, but the memory is better. We were early for supper-- before the crowds would come. There was a wizened man, hunched over a table working, his deft fingers filling and pleating the dumplings. There was no wasted movement, but no rushing. His work was precise, and exuded an air of quiet confidence and zen. It was peaceful joy. I could have watched him for hours. I wanted to take a photo, but it felt intrusive.

We took the ferry across the IJ and wandered around a bit.

Headed home to Amstelveen for the evening. Exiting the tram, we found yet another carnival! But it was quiet and closing down for the evening.

2017

On this day, we left Bruges behind for a few hours and went to Ghent, to see the Ghent Altar Piece. I won't be showing you the altar piece today, as no photos are allowed. Dutchboy and I had recently watched the movie Monuments Men prior to going on this trip, and we both knew we wanted to see the Michelango in Bruges and the Ghent Altar Piece. I really wasn't expecting much from the Van Eyck work. It's fairly primitive, and I generally don't like that. It's deeply religious, also not a fan. However, standing in that darkened room, with this large piece opened before you, it's magnificent. Almost overwhelming. The link I provided doesn't being to do it justice, but if you're interested in learning more, it's a great place to start.

Ghent feels old...ancient. More so than other old cities I've been to. It's worn. It's...nice. For some reason, I can remember almost every street we walked, and remember the feel of it more than most. It's a strange feeling. Oh, and I apologize for the quality of the photos. The camera settings were not properly set, and we didn't notice. Ah, well. A reason to go back and take more photos!