What a great city. As a history lover,
I could have spent several days and still not have seen everything I
wanted to, but as we only had one (Amsterdam was actually an
overnight but on the second day my parents’ flight left at 12:00nn
and I was on IPM) we tried to see as much as we could.
Because the hop-on-hop-off bus had been
such a great option in Bergen, we decided to take the hop-on-hop-off
canal boats through Amsterdam. It was a great way to see a lot of the
city in a short amount of time.
I was surprised to see houseboats
lining the canals; I guess I just did not expect it. Some of the
boats were very nice and well maintained, some were just comical.
I have always been fascinated by those
who fought against and/or survived the Holocaust. I suppose it is
because I love the human spirit demonstrated by the Frank family, Corrie ten Boom, and everyone else who disagreed with Hitler and did
everything within their power to defy him. If we had had time, I
would have dragged my parents to both the Anne Frank Museum and the
Hiding Place, but time being what it was I had to settle for walking
by the Anne Frank Museum where the line was wrapped around the block. My dad took pictures of the line but I forgot to get them from him.
As usual, we decided to stop for a
snack. As I am employed (and fed) by a company called HOLLAND America
Line, I feel I know a thing or two about Dutch snacks. I convinced my
parents that instead of pastries we should try to find kaassouffle.
one of my favorite Dutch treats. Kaassouffle is the same idea as a
mozzarella stick, deep fried cheese, but so much better (and I have
nothing against mozzarella sticks; I love mozzarella sticks). I
always know when my dad really enjoys a food because he
puckers his face and says, “Oooohhhhh, that’s good!” This was
his immediate reaction to kaassouffle.
It started raining as we were searching
for food, so after our snack we decided to do the remainder of our
sight-seeing from inside one of the canal boats. It was an
absolutely beautiful city and a great way to end my time with my
parents.
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