Monday, June 28
Friday, June 25
Wednesday, June 16
a very happy bloomsday to every joyce fan among us.
I wonder how hard it will be (since the kitchen may be officially closed for summer), convincing b that gorgonzola sandwiches and burgundy (or a beer) are in order for dinner tonight?
Saturday, June 5
the food was surprisingly fantastic … you know … if unpretentious but perfectly made bread and cheese, chocolate, pastries etc. … (oh, and fried potatoes) are your thing. those western europeans sure know their way around a stick of butter! we could have comfortably survived the trip just eating their cheeses — so it’s a good thing we walked everywhere. in amsterdam, we also enjoyed cantonese food twice (the only place I’ve had jellyfish, since traveling to hong kong as a kid), plus indonesian/surinamese food. while in belgium, aside from one really fun standing seafood-bar meal, our diet orbited around the availability of chocolate and/or beer and/or waffles.
the wedding photographer wasted no time posting a few pics (and slide show) to his blog. the slide show at the bottom is worth watching — it made me all teary watching the weekend highlights. while the bunch was a photogenic group overall (myself excluded), channing johnson was a phenomenal wedding photographer, and I would recommend him to anyone (especially in the boston area).
- those exercises listed on the in-flight-safety brochure: they're for real. if done as prescribed, they might actually prevent the kind of swelling (known as *the fat-foot) and joint-pain 21 hours traveling can cause. oh, and skymall is far superior to the duty free catalog.
- the west village of new amsterdam makes sooo much more sense after treading dam's tilted alleys and meandering canal streets. without the canal system, amsterdam would be just as jumbled and confusing.
- not all mayonnaise is totally despicable (whaaa?). well, at least not the kind served with perfectly cooked frites in the netherlands and belgium. it's creamier, fresher, and a teensy bit sweet ... but not at all like that crazy miracle whip stuff ... hard to describe, but delicious.
- the local specialty is always worth ordering — even if it's not normally on your diet. oh, and dessert should come before dinner. always.
- travel with a toddler can be really, really fun. (really!)
- if there is not a toddler available for booking, b&b's are the way to go. every one of the three places we stayed was lovely in its own way, and the hosts felt like just that. staying with them felt very little like a hotel experience, and a lot like visiting generous (distant) relatives. every morning coffee was already hot, fresh toast and croissants warmed, and the company, inviting us to take a seat at their kitchen table. we visited with our hosts and the other guests over breakfast, discussing the sights or getting an inside track on the best pubs and chocolate shops to visit.
- there are, in fact, people who need instructions on proper mosquito netting technique. the funny couple we met (ironically, floridians) during the breakfast portion of our first b&b stay could have used a tip or two. stewart, up reading with the jet-lags, neatly arranged himself head-inside-netting ... along with sixteen hungry mosquitoes. millie slept very well indeed.
- I seem to be more of an amsterdam-vintage kinda gal than a brussels-urban-vintage sorta chick. the shops we visited in the northwest-central dam neighborhoods carried beautiful mid century garments, linens and lace. my only shopping-related regret involves a beautiful old quilt and some kitchen linens that would have required jettisoning serious clothing ballast.
- the dutch language sounds funny. flemish sounds hilarious.
— for flemish, start with a french meter, and in place of every "r," gargle with listerine.
- and lastly, but most importantly (as if I didn't know it before) — b plans one hell of a trip. he is the most considerate of travel companions, always researching the best eats, coffee spots ... err ... I mean, cafés (though he drinks none), and vintage shops (though he waits patiently outside) ... but in short, it was a fantastic trip, made so by the wonderful b. I am fortunate to have shared a new experience with him, and to share a life with him.
we had a wonderful time together, and we’re glad to be home. we missed our funny mutt.
and ran out of clean underpants.
and now the laundry's all done, and more than a week later, photos are finally downloaded. the trip is officially over ::sigh:: and b has already begun thinking about the next big trip (!) ... so, I guess I'd better get cracking on posting some photos — hopefully a few will be up tomorrow!!
* the official, medical term for the affliction.