Monday, May 26, 2014

A Laid Back Sunday

This is only a short post about a very uneventful but enjoyable Sunday in Antwerp!
In the morning I got up fairly leisurely and headed to the market in search of some food with a few friends. This has become a common trend that I am definitely okay with. We found a fresh meat butcher in the market and I got a fresh ham sandwich with aged cheese on a baguette. Belgium rocks.
We finished our sandwiches and parted ways to accomplish miscellaneous errands. It's really starting to feel like we live here, I'm starting to already get upset that we'll be leaving in a bit.
I went back to my room and turned on the tv in the for the first time since I've been here. After flipping through channel after channel of Dutch I found the French Open and enjoyed a few hours of napping and occasionally a few points from Federer then followed by more napping. I needed that. We've been running from place to place with homework, dinners and hardly any sleep. 
A nap never felt so good.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed back outside. I feel guilty wasting hours inside when I'm in such an awesome place, especially when I'm running out of socks. There is a laundry mat across the street from our hotel that closed early on Sunday, as everything does in Belgium, so I hurried over to throw a load in the wash. After spending about half an hour trying to work the change machine, buy detergent and figure out their spaceship-esque driers my clothes were tumbling in the machine and I was crossing my fingers I hadn't ruined them. Also with 6 euro a piece loads the whites and darks were mixed so I was waiting 35 minutes for pink socks to come out. Oh well!
The other day I had seen a sign outside of a coffee shop a few blocks away advertising 4 euro hand spun milkshakes. Yes. 



I sat down for a few minutes on their outdoor chairs while they made the shake. Instead of chocolate syrup they used ground cacao. A belgian chocolate shake is nothing less than incredible. Also, when a place offers drinks to-go it's truly a miracle. 


I took myself and my milkshake another few blocks to a large park and walked around for a bit. A few students have been running in the park and I wish I had explored it sooner. Belgium is so active. It was completely packed with runners, families picnicking on the lawn, people playing badminton, volleyball, soccer and cricket. 




Heading back to the laundry mat. 


Antwerp really surprised me by how metropolitan it was. I somehow assumed all of Europe, even the large cities, had a quaint homey feel. Antwerp has a lot of bustle and I was pleasantly surprised by that.




A statue for once that was not of Rubens.


Back at the laundry mat I spent another twenty minutes of frantically opening the door of the drier to make sure that I wasn't frying my clothes due to Dutch instructions. I ended up with damp clothes and wrinkled clothes by the end of the day. At least they're clean?


The go-to pita shop was on the menu for dinner and Ali didn't let me down again. His constant discounts for the people he likes is making it worth it to go there frequently. Not to mention the euros are awesome. He has promised to make us free ribs on one of our last nights in Antwerp and I'm going to take him up on it.


Later in the night while we were typing away outside we all started craving Dame Blanche (it's now a constant craving) and we set out for mission impossible: A store open on a Sunday at 9:00. HA! Good luck.
Fortunately for us, a tourist trap near the cathedral was open and after their sub-par ice-cream we were disappointed by the dessert but couldn't complain about the late night walk. A great thing about Europe is that it doesn't start getting dark till almost 10:00. 

After another paper written I passed out in my bed before another 6:00AM morning coming up. 
The trip is jam-packed but so worth it.

Emily

A Day on My Own in Antwerp

Saturday morning I woke up pretty early and set out on my own. This was our free weekend where we had the chance to travel a little bit but I decided I was going to spend some alone time (hard to come by on this trip) and explore Antwerp on my own schedule. I got up at 8:00, took a shower and got dressed, grabbed a croissant and I was on my way.
I had scoped out the Mode Museum before I had even set foot in Antwerp. Translation: the Fashion Museum. Antwerp is the fashion capital of Belgium and I was dying to go see the museum. 


I mapped out the directions, took a picture and navigated my way through the city. 


The guy at the front desk was very friendly and navigated my non-dutch speaking self eventually letting me in for only three euro! Yay! 

The exhibit wasn't very large but it was absolutely amazingggg. It was "Birds of Paradise" and had all of the best designers with clothes ranging from the 1940s to last year. Here are some of my favorites:


Both of these are Alexander McQueen. 

I drooled.





Chanel


Givenchy


Gorgeous


Classic Chanel.


Loved this dress. Dior


Marlene Dietrich's Swan Down Coat. 
300 swans were needed to make it. 


The sketch for the coat by Jean Louis of Hollywood.






This was my favorite dress. Dior.
Birthday present?!


Every single one of these designs were hand stitched and none of them were the same. 




Absolutely gorgeous.

After the museum I spent the next three hours wandering around Antwerp and going in a lot of their shops. Something neat: all of the stores put the prices of the items in their window, so it's easy to tell what the general prices are going to be for the store. That was definitely helpful seeing as the first store I went into I looked immediately at a 500 euro dress. Ha. No thanks.
It was good to have a Saturday to walk around and do this. Very few stores are open on Sunday and it is another good way to see a different side of the people. 
Also, false, Europeans do wear shorts. 

After grabbing a dress and a few surprises I headed back to the hotel and then walked around the market looking for something to munch on. 


After fruitless attempts from the market, I decided on a (repeated) sandwich from Perruche. Kip!
I grabbed a cold coke from a street vendor and ate it outside of the hotel. 


Right before dinner a few of us decided to go try out a place called De Kulminator that we had heard about. It is a little brasserie owned by an old couple that has the largest amount of bottled beer in Belgium. It was such a cute little place and a great way to spend an hour before heading to dinner. 



The menu.


Some of the guys tried the #1 beer in the world. At 14 euro I decided against it but the taste that I did get was pretty amazing.


After De Kulminator we went to a wok restaurant and then grabbed a Dame Blanche before heading out on the town for the night. We ended up at a Karaoke bar singing Breakfast at Tiffany's and Summer of '69. 

Perfect Day.
Emily

I AMsterdam

Friday started BRIGHT and EARLY! We were on the bus at 6:00 headed to Amsterdam. I was really looking forward to this day just to compare the cities. We had to leave Antwerp so early because of our first site visit. We were off to visit the Dutch Flower Market. 

Before this course I had never heard about the flower markets let alone even thought about where flowers came from. Essentially the flower markets are a place where all sizes of growers bring their flowers in order for them to be auctioned off to retailers and other middle men. It enables the smaller growers to be able to participate in the market. The logistics of the market is incredible. I took videos so that I could show how quickly everything moves. I also have a video of the auctioning that I hope to put together sometime soon. The auction is a Dutch auction meaning that it goes backwards. The price starts high and then drops from there. 






The automated tracks that moved the flowers


One buyer's flowers for the day


One of the three auction rooms


The flowers would come through the front of the room





So glad we got to see this. I definitely appreciate this market so much more now.

Also fun fact, 10% of all the semi trucks traveling through Holland are carrying flowers!


After the flower market it was back on the bus for another hour to head into the city of Antwerp. We got to the city just in time for our boat tour at 11:00. What a great way to start the morning. The tour itself was about an hour and a half and it was a good way to relax a little bit after our hectic days of traveling and our uber early morning. A few of us went to sit on the back of the boat and it was a great decision. A breezy day on the canals of Amsterdam, can't complain at all.


Our boat


Waiting to board


It was too early for them…

Also, sorry for the excessive amount of the canal photos. I have probably a hundred more on my computer that I haven't put up here. So hard to choose the best ones. We saw a lot in that hour and a half!





Our boat boarded right across from the Heineken brewery. I'd love to come back and get to go through the Heineken Experience. It's supposed to be one of the best brewery tours. 










Some of these photos appear a tad bit blurry. Taken from a moving boat..








A lot of people live on small house boats along the canals. Amsterdam has run out of land in the city to build upon so this is becoming a more common place to live. 










We hopped off the boat and had three hours to waste in Amsterdam. By the time we grabbed some food for lunch we only had about two hours which wasn't enough time to get through a museum so we ended up walking around the city.

First stop, however, pancakes!



So. Good.


Our map to find our site visits. Our visits for the day was first at Our Lord in the Attic and then second at the Anne Frank House. To find these we each got maps when we stepped off the boat and were told to find #25 at 3:45 and #4 at 7:30. I liked the challenge. 

From the pancake place we took off to explore the streets. 








This was definitely one of the most crowded cities I have ever been in. Very very touristy. It was a lot different than what I thought it would be like.




Blurry walking photo. I loved the canals though. 




Church in the middle of the Red Light District. 
We did walk into the oldest Coffeeshop in Amsterdam. Interesting to see but not my scene.


More walking.


And more walking.


Feet dying.


This was super cool! I definitely had my doubts when I heard that we were visiting yet another church especially when I heard it was called "Our Lord in the Attic".  The church was essentially built in a house during the time of the Protestant / Catholic conflict as a way for Catholics to secretly practice their religion. Apart from this there was also confessionals in a separate room as well as the priest's living quarters and the rest of a fully functioning house with two rooms for guests. 

This tour was self guided and only took about 30 minutes to get through. So what did that mean? More time to wander. We walked around the streets for another hour and finally decided to find a place to sit down. John was deadset on finding a cafe on the canal and after another 30 minutes of walking we finally found a place to sit all 8 of us with moderately priced food and drinks. Amsterdam is a lot more expensive than Belgium is.


Our view.


Wells got artsy with this one. But you can see the cafe storefront in the background.



Cheese


Soakin in Amsterdam.





We ended up spending about 3 hours at this little cafe. A lot of people had sprinted off to find a tour or a museum to run through but I'm so glad we decided to do this. We got to soak in a lot of the city around us. It was refreshing to have a good amount of free time in a city to explore it ourselves. It's easier to get a feel for the culture. Museums are great but I preferred the roaming here. 


After three hours of sitting, Stella and an amazing Mozzarella pizza we headed off to our last site visit of the day, the Anne Frank House.


Sights from our walk to the museum.




This is the street that the house is on. It shocked me that it was right in the middle of bustling Antwerp. It's easy to miss the building. They have constructed a facade around the outside of the house that is now the museum.



Unfortunately, there were strictly no photos allowed in the museum however I can tell you that it was a moving experience. You start with a short film on the background of the family and their story of going into hiding. There are videos of neighbors and the receptionist in Mr. Frank's office telling stories of their assistance in hiding. I was blown away by the fact that we walked in their house. If you have read the book she does describe it exactly as it is. There are the knee-breaking stairs that are more like a ladder. These take you from the second floor of the building which was the office up to the landing with the bookcase. 
The most moving experience for me was walking through the wall into their hiding place. The bookcase is still fully functioning and just like Anne described it you must first duck and then climb into the space. You're then greeted again with an even steeper set of stairs that take you to their hiding place.  Anne's room was also very moving. The original wallpaper in all of the rooms is still intact however in Anne's room the magazine clippings and pictures that she glued onto the walls are still hanging there. I think that was the moment that made it all feel real. Moving through the house you can see the steps up to the attic. They have glass over the ladder however with a mirror they have shown you what Anne would walk up to the attic and look at. It's the only window open and you can see the tree that she described in her diary. It takes your breath away. 
After touring the rooms, they have all of the concentration camp entry cards of all of the people living in the hiding place. There is also the book of all of the Jews killed in the concentration camps. With the size of the book and the size of the font, it's very powerful. I tried to remember the page number that "Frank" was on and I believe it was in the 400s. It covered both pages that the book was open to. 
Lastly, the last room takes you to see her actual diary. The pink plaid book is pretty hard to look at. Something that I did not realize was that she had begun to rewrite her diary for the possibility that it would be published after the war. The museum has pages and pages of these rewritten pages in cases around the wall as well as pages of her short stories, poems and the start of her novel.
If you are ever in Amsterdam, do not pass the house. It's one of the most moving things I have ever seen and definitely made the bus ride back a somber one.

All in all, it was not one of my favorite cities but Amsterdam was one of my favorite days on this trip so far. 
Emily