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After church on Sunday Brenda’s friends Willem and Mirjam took us to Zaanse Schans. This is the Dutch equivalent of Plymouth Plantation, or Old Sturbridge Village. The houses are about the same time period but people actually still live in them! I am not sure I would pay top dollar to live in a neighborhood that attracts thousands of tourists a yearn unless of course I was operating a shop nearby that benefitted from thousands of said tourists! 🙂
I hope you have enjoyed my tour of the Netherlands. This is the last in this series. But if you would like to see more of my pictures you can follow me on Facebook!
After touring the Ten Boom museum (which if you did not see go back to Netherlands Pt. 7 for a look-see) Brenda and I had lunch with Mona at one of the street-side cafes. Christian camaraderie is such a sweet gift from the Holy Spirit!
When at last we had to say good-bye or as they say it in Dutch “Dooey!” Brenda and I decided our time in Haarlem was not over. We wanted to tour Corrie’s home church, St.Bavo’s (pronounced Boffo’s).
Admission to the church was 2 Euro as there was no service going on.
There is so much to see in this little city. After we left St. Bavo’s we walked through the square just enjoying the sights and sounds.
Haarlem truly is one of the most beautiful little cities I have been too. Don’t pass this little gem by if you are in the area!
You might get the idea I like museums.
You would be right.
I love to wonder at the talent it takes to make something like this look like a photograph with nothing but paints made from plants and bugs.
It is interesting to look at what others have collected. It speaks of what they valued of what they thought was important.
Sometimes what I see speaks of how easily we are distracted from the important things in life.
Then sometimes what I see restores my faith that not everyone has lost touch with the truly important things in life.
Until you have been to Holland it is hard to fully comprehend the national appreciation for two things: chocolate and cheese. So Brenda planned in a day for us to see the cheese show and market in Alkmaar. You may laugh a little but honestly how could a country with a city named Gouda ( pronounced howda with a guttural at the front) not be fully dedicated to cheese?
We arrived a half hour early for the cheese show and it’s a good thing we did. By the time the show started (which by the way is translated from Dutch into English, German and French) people were standing 4 or 5 deep. Some lady used Brenda’s head as a tripod to take pictures!
I am assuming that at the end of the race the team which clears the most cheese wins. But you cannot prove this by me. We left after 45 minutes of cheese racing. There was coffee to drink, shopping to shop and pictures to take.
Alkmaar is reachable from Wormerveer by a forty-five minute train ride. If you go make sure you hit the city on market day. Take in the cheese show. Drink a capuccino.Take in a nice restaraunt and shop the artist’s market which I thought kept pace with the art markets on Museumplein in Amsterdam. What a great day! Thanks Sis!
Of course I love to travel. Seeing new places is one of my great joys. But my trip to Holland was not primarily about Holland. I never would have thought to travel there had my sister not moved. Brenda is in Holland assisting missionary Judy Mensch with a theater project. You see, my sister is both a Rev. and a professional stage manager; So she certainly fits the bill for this calling. If you would like more info on Judy and Brenda’s project go to www.gonetherlandsAG.com
I thought it fitting to get a picture of Brenda by this picture since it is her purpose in Holland. From here however our museum journey quickly devolved into madness!
Brenda has made many new friends in the church.
So as you can see, Brenda is adjusting well and meeting many new and wonderful people. Still no one can quite replace her big brother.
I made it into Amsterdam three times while I was visiting my sister in Wormerveer. Brenda bought me a chipkart (The Netherlands version of a Charlie Card for you Bostonians except it gets you anywhere in the country or Europe as far as I can tell) and put 50 Euro on it for me. Love the little Sis!
So much to see! So much to see!
The Netherlands has a Queen. Her name is Beatrix.
We rode past her house in Amsterdam on our way to the Hermitage.
While in Amsterdam don’t miss the museums.
You could certainly spend a week just visiting Amsterdam but if you only have a day do not miss the canal tour. It’s a great way to see the city. Oh and always, always buy the audio tour for every site that offers one. You won’t be disappointed!
In Holland every town has market day. Vendors set up in the square selling their wares. Wormerveer’s market day is Wednesday. So on my first full day in The Netherlands Brenda
and I went grocery shopping!
I did notice that Brenda’s fruits and vegetables do not last as long as the veggies and fruits I buy in the States. It makes me wonder what’s in the food I eat.
Cheese is a major part of Dutch society. The cheese and potato vendors seemed to be among the busiest booths.
When we finished our shopping for the week Brenda treated me to Freits with Freitsaus (French Fries with a mayonnaissy like sauce on them).
Walking back from market I got some shots of Brenda’s neighborhood!
In case you are wondering I did make it out of Wormerveer. On Friday we will explore Amsterdam together. Check in tomorrow because PAstor Wrinkles will be back with more chapter charts….
Well I am finally back. I am, slowly getting caught up on all my reading of fellow bloggers. I will be responding to all your comments soon. In the meantime, here for your viewing pleasure are pictures of what I have been up to!
By 6:30 A.M. on the 19th ( which I suppose was sometime around 2 A.M. EST) I was arriving in Iceland. This is a place I would just love to explore someday if God permits!By 7:30 I was back in the air heading for Schipol, The Netherlands. I arrived at 1 P.M. after a three-hour flight (I know time change in the air is really confusing).
My sister greeted me with grapes and soda for the train ride to Wormerveer.
We were about an hour on the train and the bus which dropped us off almost on Brenda’s front step. Her home is called “The Young Prince” by the people of Womerveer and is a converted bed and breakfast. That’s it on the right next to the river. Here is what Brenda sees from her front porch every day.
Well dear readers, there will be more tomorrow!