|Freaky Deaky Dutch for "towed"|
Our hotel was just a block from the golf center, so Ed had a very short walk to "school." He learned a lot during the training, and we learned something about Bunnik. It's kind of in the boonies, just an exit along the motorway. The only restaurant was in our hotel. If we had this to do over, we would have stayed in Utrecht with more options for the evening, and Ed could have taken the sprinter train everyday for the five minute trip to Bunnik.
|I forgot to mention the flower market, a life sized seed catalog|
The Nederlanders we met were delightful people, very helpful. The food was OK, pea soup with smoked sausage is very traditional this time of year. We had some nice meals, but nothing where I felt inspired and compelled to make notes in order to recreate a dish at home. We did go through two packages of marzipan cookies - a recipe that I will seek out. To be fair, a friend who visited Amsterdam recently recommended Five Flies and said we wouldn't be disappointed. It sounds like a memorable experience, but from their website, I could see dinner for two easily running over 200 euros. We decided to pass this time around.
|While he won't officially arrive until December 6th, every shop window had a Sinterklaas|
Museum Speelklok, home to a large collection of self-playing musical instruments: music boxes, player pianos, the portable pieces played by organ grinders, and large fairground organs. The venue can be rented for events. We got to visit with a couple taking wedding photos, just an hour before their ceremony, as our tour went through one of the rooms. We had a lively British couple in our tour group who treated us to a dance as one of the big fairground organs played The Beatles When I'm 64. When he'd finished class, Ed met me at the train station in Utrecht, we walked around the city for a bit and had pea soup in a local cafe.
After carefully studying the weather on Saturday and weighing our options, we hopped on the train for Amsterdam. They were predicting snow in Germany, and we were trying to decide if we should cut our trip short since we were driving. In the end, it didn't sound that bad for Sunday and it wasn't since we got an early start, encountering the snow during the warmest part of the day.
We took a canal tour of Amsterdam, our guide pointing out that the city doesn't have the huge famous buildings (like you see during a river tour in Berlin), rather interesting architecture of common buildings that convey the city's history.
While walking around the city, we stopped for coffee and pastry near the train station. What a mistake. Looking back, the wisest thing to say in a shop like that, where they're not expecting repeat business, would be what's fresh today or even yesterday. My strawberry doughnut looked beautiful but had to have been from last week. It was only fit for consumption by birds.
After that experience and tiring of pea soup, we opted for an affordable, predictable meal at the Hard Rock Cafe Amsterdam.