Rather than return the car to Paris, we decided to keep the car for another two weeks and cross the English Channel on a ferry. The limitation of carrying two bags per person on the Chunnel influenced the decision. We opted for a 5-person cabin on the ferry. The kids felt they were at the Ritz. It was a cut above the ferry from Bari to Patras. Our ship was the Stena Hollandica.
Rather than drive to London and arrive in the evening, we stayed in the port city of Harwich. Our car GPS lead us to the correct address but we did not see the sign for The Good Life Guest House.
We had a 6-person bungalow at the park. There were hundreds of spaces for tents, travel trailers, and small mobile homes. There are twelve of the Oostappen Parks across the Netherlands and Belgium. The Oostappen Parks are like KOA’s in the US, except much larger than KOA’s. The bungalow was ideal for a bit of roughing it. Before we left for our trip, Marcia had coordinated with Petra, the mom of Sarah’s friend, Maya. Pitra grew up near the park and was back in the Netherlands to visit family.
Marcia and I enjoyed the opportunity to interact with Petra and David. Petra introduced us to a Dutch pastry that sounded like fly, but was spelled with a v. Petra and David went to town and brought back two, an apple and strawberry fly. David asked which was our favorite. I went back and forth in mind over a few days. In the end, I decided the one I prefered was the one that I was eating at the time. The pictures tell the story. They are about 14-15 inches in diameter.
We had a fair amount of rain for the last month, but there were intervals where the sun came out. We had our first warm day where the temperature hit 80. However the water was cold.
It was fun for the Sarah, Rachel and Ella to have Maya to play with during the week. Adding one to the mix after four months of just sibling interaction was healthy.
We used Hyatt points to stay at the Hyatt Place at the airport. Free breakfast was a bonus. It gave the girls a lot of options from which to choose. Although Marcia had explicitly requested adjoining rooms, something was lost in translation. We had adjacent rooms without the connecting door in between the two. The girls were fine with it.
For the last three weeks the continent of Europe has had more than its share of rain. It seemed to rain everyday, but there were often periods during the day where the storm clouds gave way to sun and we enjoyed temperatures in the high 60’s to low 70’s.
On our first morning in Amsterdam we got up at 6:30, headed to breakfast, took the shuttle to airport and from the airport took the express train to Amsterdam Central. From there we walked 20 minutes in drizzle that alternated between light and heavy. We arrived at the Anne Frank house minutes before our reserved tickets.
In the first room, the girls grew quiet, reading the quotes and descriptions on the walls. They remained solemn as we traversed the rooms and stairs to the small rooms that Frank family lived.
Both Marcia and I had previously visited the house. It had been at least 15 years for me and for Marcia closer to 20 years since our first visits. For both of us, the second time was a different experience. Marcia commented on the fact that they had added rooms with displays and videos on the first and second floors. The new additions did a nice job of orienting the visitor to the Frank family’s experiences before the rise of Nazi Germany.
Another contrast was the density of people moving through the house. They tried to control the crowding with an online reservation that limited the number of people entering in 15-minute intervals. Nevertheless, we moved from room to room with a large crowd of tourists. Unlike my first time, the others around us did not seem as affected by the experience. I did not feel the heartache in the rooms. This time it had the feel of being at a crowded museum looking at one of the paintings that was featured on the audio tour. People were respectful but not as emotional as my first time. My fear is that as time passes, the Holocaust will become more and more distant and less real to the visitors.
Amsterdam has to have the greatest density of bicycles of any city on earth. Below is a shot of bicycles parked by the Amsterdam Central train station.
Luxemburg City was an overnight stop from Switzerland to Amsterdam. We arrived at about 5:00. Marcia immediately put the washer/dryer to work. Marcia, Ella, Rachel and I went to dinner. Sarah opted to stay in the apartment.
While approaching Brussels, google kindly notified us of an accident clogging traffic on our route. Marcia clicked on the suggested alternative route. Plan B led us off the beaten path to a wonderful neighborhood restaurant (left photo below). Shortly after we ordered, the waitress brought five small spoons. Marcia asked about the red substance on the spoons. The waitress said, “American beef.” I asked whether it was tartare and the waitress said yes with a big smile. Since all the other tables had been served the same tartare beef, I decided to throw caution to the wind and try raw beef. Much to my surprise it had a pleasant texture, coarser than ground beef, but not a solid chunk of meat. Marcia had asparagus croquettes while I had the vegetarian salad (with the other four spoons).
The above picture to the right is a photo of a fence. Interesting.
The morning started sunny and in the mid-sixties. The perfect morning on the lake gave way to on and off drizzle. We missed the boat we intended to take from Hiltenfingen to Interlaken. Fortunately, there was another boat 90 minutes later. With the extra time we bought some bread and pastries for breakfast. We sat at Pier 17 and watched 12 young kids individually take out 12 Optimist sailboats. Once they were clear of the dock, pairs of high school-aged kids went out in sailboats with spinnakers. The wind was gusty and they handled their boats well, hiking out over a well healed sailboat so their bodies were parallel with the surface fo the water.
The next day Marcia, Ella, Rachel and I drove 45 minutes to Trummelbach Falls. It is unique in that over many years the falls cut various channels through solid rock. The power of the water is captured in the below video.
It was a long drive from Malbun, Liechtenstein that included a “ferry” through a 17 km tunnel. After hours of driving, we boarded a train to Zermatt. In Zermatt electric cars rule. No internal combustion engine cars allowed. Even though it was mid-June there were a surprising number of tourists in a town devoted to skiing.
On our first day we hiked into the Gorner Gorge (Gornerschlucht).
Day 2 in Zermatt – we headed to the Zermatt-Matterhorn Gondola. On the way to the terminal, we got our first cloud-free view of the Matterhorn.
We took a series of three gondolas to arrive at the
We did not know what think when the GPS in the car asked whether we wanted to take a ferry in route from Malban, Liechtenstein to Zermatt, Switzerland. The option without the ferry was an hour longer. Marcia looked on the iPhone map and could not find anything other than many river crossings. Throwing caution to the wind, we choose the route with a ferry. Eventually we arrived at a train station. It was a wild ride through 17 km of darkness.