Europe 2017: Amsterdam Day 2

Hello again,

Glad you’ve come back to hear more about our European Adventures! BTW, you can check out the hashtag #tandeineurope to see some of the photos that I’ve posted there from/during our trip.

AMSTERDAM DAY 2 / LAST FULL DAY IN AMSTERDAM 😦

So yeah, we slept a whole freaking 12 hours from a long day of travel and whatnot. We were both exhausted from all of that travel (clearly, since Trevor fell asleep at the Van Gogh Museum).

So Day 2 – I found out the news of the ants when I woke up. We woke up to a message from our host saying he’d send someone over to get that checked out. So we got dressed and headed out for some food. We found a cute little place, La Pain Quotidien, just down the road from our AirBnB. We drank what we deemed the best orange juice ever (clearly this was a judgment we revoked later on when we drank even better orange juice) and had some delicious food.

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Breakfast with amazing OJ

After some full tummies, we went to Rijksmuseum. The exterior architecture of Rijksmuseum was absolutely phenomenal. Like, breathtaking. We had a difficult time trying to figure out how to go in and spent some time in their garden area first. There was a really cool fountain that Trevor and I enjoyed the mist spraying off of for a while – which was perfect for a hot, summer day! Eventually, we made it inside and saw some incredible work by Vermeer, Rembrandt, and many other artists. Inside there was also an absolutely AMAZING library. Imagine the library in Beauty & The Beast – that’s what it was like. The photo below is a very not good representation of its wonder and beauty.

When we were all art-ed out, we strolled along the canals on our way to Anne Frank House. It was pretty easy to tell when we had made it by the sizable line out front. I had looked up tickets about a month and a half in advance before our trip and they were sold out already, so I knew we’d be waiting in a line for a while to get inside. Boy, am I glad we waited it out. The experience inside gave me every possible emotion. I felt joy for the life that Anne and her family experienced before going into hiding, for her perspective on life, for her ability to live so much in such a short time. I felt sorrow for how her story ended, for her father, Otto’s loss of everyone, for the pain they had to endure in hiding and in the camp. I felt anger for fellow tourists who clearly showed no respect to the house or those taking in everything they saw (don’t even get me started on this). I felt anger for how not just Anne and her family were treated but all those who were afflicted by this treatment, purely for their religion and culture. I didn’t feel as though I was paying to see a historical site. I felt like I was paying so others could understand and perhaps take a new perspective on life. If you’re in Amsterdam, go, even if that means waiting in a long line.

The experience inside gave me every possible emotion. I felt joy for the life that Anne and her family experienced before going into hiding, for her perspective on life, for her ability to live so much in such a short time. I felt sorrow for how her story ended, for her father, Otto’s loss of everyone, for the pain they had to endure in hiding and in the camp. I felt anger for fellow tourists who clearly showed no respect to the house or those taking in everything they saw (don’t even get me started on this). I felt anger for how not just Anne and her family were treated but all those who were afflicted by this treatment, purely for their religion and culture. I didn’t feel as though I was paying to see a historical site. I felt like I was paying so others could understand and perhaps take a new perspective on life. If you’re in Amsterdam, go, even if that means waiting in a long line.

After visiting, we stood outside and I just kind of took it all in. I don’t know that I’ll ever stop processing that part of the trip….

The worst part of waiting in line for the Anne Frank House was, without a doubt, the amazing smell of pancakes next door. Once we finished our time paying our respects and learning a very intense history lesson, we made our way to eat some Dutch pancakes. What makes a Dutch pancake different from an American pancake? I tried Googling that very same thing while in Amsterdam and didn’t really find any answers. From my personal experience: a Dutch pancake is like if a crêpe and an American pancake had a baby.

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Once we were stuffed to the brim with carbs, we headed back to our AirBnB and changed into some warmer clothes. We of course immediately checked to see if there were any ants around, which there were still plenty of.

This was one of the rare cooler nights on the trip. We headed out to take some pictures around town with the Pentax K1000, Polaroid, and of course, our Nikon in tow. We walked around the more touristy areas near Dam Square, but I didn’t last long because I was very tired from a day of walking. We ended up back at the AirBnB for an earlier bedtime as the next day was a travel day.

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I’ll keep sharing the rest of our journey through Europe so check back later for more!
XO Elisebeth

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