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Showing posts with label Holland. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 03, 2013

9 Trains+5 Buses+2 Airplanes+2 Taxis+2 Shuttles = Aspen's First International Trip


At 10 weeks old, Aspen gracefully (and with minimal tears) experienced her first airplane ride and her first trip to the Netherlands and Belgium. We took two trains, one bus, and one airplane to arrive in Amsterdam where we met up with my parents, who had just traveled 5,000 air miles from Denver, Colorado. We met at an airport hotel and I was so excited to introduce them to their first grandchild...it almost felt like I was a little girl looking forward to a long-awaited Christmas day. In no time at all, Aspen won the heart of my mom and turned my dad to absolute grandfather mush. It was so sweet to see.

The next day we bid farewell to superdad (a.k.a. superhusband), as he had an academic conference in Rotterdam, and we (my parents, Aspen, and I) made our way to our Brussels hotel via two trains and a taxi. I had a meeting in Brussels for my post as president of the Erasmus Mundus Association, so my parents graciously accepted this international babysitting gig. While I went to meetings, they proudly became baby wranglers. The last night in Brussels, Charlie and our friend from Georgia (who was at the academic conference with him) joined us.

The following morning, all six of us jumped in taxis and headed to the central train station to catch three (connecting) trains to Haarlem...our favorite, quaint, little village outside Amsterdam. We rented a house in the city center, cooked good meals, enjoyed each others company, and just hang out and relaxed. A family friend from our past paid us a visit. Corien was a Dutch exchange student who lived with our family when I was in high school. Her visit was lovely and we exchanged many fun memories as we ate a Sunday American brunch.

A bus took us back to Schiphol airport where we embarked on our next airline adventure to Finland. A memorable mishap occurred as we were descending from the friendly skies in Helsinki...the change in air pressure got the best of Aspen's bowels and next thing you knew mama and baby were soaked in poo. All we could was laugh (as the seat-belt sign was still on) and let Aspen know that this story will follow her for life.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Third Time is a Charm in Haarlem!


Since June 2011, I will have visited Haarlem, Netherlands three different times (June, July, and now October). This time a stopover via KLM airlines gave us a 21 hour layover in Amsterdam. Instead of going to the big city of sin, we chose to go to the sweet village of Haarlem of which both of us were familiar with (Charlie visited Haarlem during his teenage European soccer tour). A 35 minute bus ride from Schiphol airport and we found ourselves in this magical little town.

Despite the rainy day and the shops being closed because it was Sunday, we managed to explore the narrow cobblestone streets and we even got in (a little) trouble. Yes, we were those Ugly Americans (not proud of this) who saw an open door and an "open" sign and simply made our way up the stairs that took us to the top of the windmill until a man greeted us with a questioning look and asked, "Did you just walk in?" Yes, we said and explained that the door was open and the door to the cashier had a "closed" sign on it (an honest mistake). He said, "go on up", with a sour look on his face. Oops, not one of our proudest traveling moments, but the view was nice. The next stop was the supermarket where we loaded up on Dutch treats: sprinkles for Charlie's bread, more chocolate, and the delicious stroopwafel cookies. After an amazing Indian dinner, we snuggled into our dreams. Back to Jyväskylä!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Travel Statistics: 23,609 miles (plus)...

Last year, I blogged about my travel stats after the 2010 Cape Town-European adventure and many of you said that it made for an interesting way to sum up two months of travel. So, here is another statistical summary! Taking the time to reflect back on my travels and experiences in a quantifiable manner is rather fun. Yep, I am a geek like that.

Here are my travel stats from this big trip:

(150) hours of grading papers and blue books (ugh!)

(53) days out of Athens, Georgia

(16) dropped Skype calls (with Charlie)

(7) weeks out of the motherland (U.S.)

(7) visits to the Schiphol Amsterdam international airport
(how I love, thee)

(7) Airplanes= 22,559 miles

Atlanta to Amsterdam: 4,401 miles
Amsterdam to Cape Town: 5,997 miles
Cape Town to Amsterdam: 5,997 miles
Amsterdam to Budapest: 727 miles
Budapest to Amsterdam: 727 miles
Amsterdam to Chicago: 4,120 miles
Chicago to Atlanta: 590 miles

(4) Trains= 450 miles
Amsterdam to Sneek: 84 miles
Sneek to Amsterdam: 84 miles
Amsterdam to Brussels: 141
Brussels to Amsterdam: 141

(4) Countries: South Africa, Belgium, Hungary & Netherlands

(4) weeks of illin' (coughing, sore throat, congestion...ick!)

(3) Metro Systems: Budapest, Brussels & Chicago

(1) Bad-Ass Safari Truck: 600 miles
Garden Route, South Africa

(1) canceled airline reservation (FML!)

Sunday, July 03, 2011

I Heart Schiphol Airport!

In the past two weeks I have spent a good amount of time in the Schiphol airport. It has been my home-base from Cape Town, Budapest, Haarlem, Sneek, and Brussels. I have come to know and love this airport. But, before I say goodbye to my home-base and fly to Chicago to reunite with my superboyfriend, I must honor the great Schiphol...

Top TEN reasons to fly through Schiphol:

1.) Plenty of shops (including H&M, Esprit, Mexx), supermarkets, and even a Starbucks.
2.) Free wireless internet for one hour. Brilliant!
3.) You can buy train tickets here and there is a train station right in the basement level of the airport.
4.) They sell lots of tulips...great eye-candy.
5.) The people working at the pharmacy are very helpful, even when you are coughing up a lung.
6.) A tourist information shop will help you with all of your travel needs and questions.
7.) The bathrooms are big enough to fit one BIG roller and one small roller inside your stall, with enough room to close the door.
8.) The KLM people are nice enough to give you a FREE toiletry kit if your luggage is lost (I know this from experience!)
9.) Lay your camera down on the floor and you get some great photos, as well as some fun banter with people walking by.
10.) Any language, you are bound to hear it spoken somewhere in Schiphol.

Friday, July 01, 2011

Hello AGAIN, Haarlem!

Sneek to Amsterdam (Schiphol airport) by train then to Haarlem (only 35 minutes away from the airport by bus). Originally, I reserved a hotel room close to Schiphol airport, but I decided to go back to Haarlem (the “Little Amsterdam”) since I was feeling better (I was illin’ big time when I first visited Haarlem eight days ago). This time I stayed in a different hotel, Amadeus Hotel. Although the price was the same as the and it was also located in the Grote Markt it was not as nice of a 2-star hotel as the Carillon Hotel. I know that you cannot expect much from 2-star hotels, but I have come to like them as they are unique and offer bonus items (wireless internet, breakfast, etc.). Plus, they are the most affordable lodging option next to a hostel. (Sorry folks, I think my hostel days are over… there is something wonderful about relaxing in my own hotel room without the potential for smelly feet, snoring, and drunken study abroad kids).

When I arrived, I took care of some essentials (such as coloring my hair…damn, those pesky white hairs are coming in quickly these days). Then, I got comfy on my bed and began grading papers from the South Africa class. YES, grading...F-U-N!

After a good night’s rest and grading 12 papers I was ready to tour the city. I paid 2.50euro to enter the Great Church (also known as St. Bavo’s) located in the Grote Markt. The most unique aspect of this church was the floor made of gravestones, almost 1500 gravestones dating back to the fifteenth century….which gave the church a rather eerie feeling. An interesting fact: In 1766, Mozart played the organ in this church when he was just 10 years old. My timing was impeccable as a choir practiced what sounded like soft and peaceful angelic chanting hymns. Ah, a great start of the day. Then, I meandered through the narrow streets and along the numerous canals to find myself in front of the Molen de Adriaan windmill which was burnt down in 1932 and rebuilt in 2002. If anything says Holland…it is the wooden shoes, tulips, and windmills. After a hearty lunch of brown bread, arugula, basil, and tomatoes, I rolled my luggage over the cobblestone streets in Haarlem one last time before catching a bus to Schiphol and a train to Brussels.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Natural Goodness: Mint Tea!



In the Netherlands, they like to go natural...even with their mint tea. I discovered this as I ordered a mint tea at a cafe with Corien. Next thing I knew I had a big beautiful glass of mint leaves seeped in hot water sitting in front of me. Heaven! No need for sugar or cream...it was delicious straight up. The only other time I have experienced REAL mint tea was in Morocco when we were treated to "Berber Whiskey".

Sneek! Pronounced: Snake!

Budapest back to Amsterdam. Now time to head to Friesland, a province in Northern Holland! After hanging out at the Schiphol airport and booking trains, hotels, and purchasing a few toiletry items I jumped on the train (with free internet--awesome!) headed North. Two hours later I transferred trains in Leeuwarden (the capital of Friesland) and a half hour later I was disembarking the train in Sneek. The rain was falling as I walked to meet up with a longtime friend of our family, Corien. Over 20 years ago, our family hosted a beautiful young lady from Holland who was studying at the local university. She was a great addition to our family and taught us about the Dutch culture and also incited curiosity about life in Europe. In 1995, we visited her and her family as my father, sister, and I took a whirlwind tour of Europe. Just recently we reconnected with Corien on Facebook (props to FB!)

It had been over 15 years since I last saw Corien and there she was, at the train station, standing above six feet with a welcoming smile. The next two days we reconnected as I met her beautiful baby, Anne and her boyfriend, Nanko. We hung out at cafes, drank wine, ate amazing food, and simply enjoyed catching up and sharing stories of our lives, travels, and family. Corien and I are very similar...we are the middle child (enough said!) and we both possess an adventurous spirit about life, love, and joy. She (and Nanko) love to travel and experience cultural adventures and they intend to do so with Anne in tow. We talked about when we would see each other again and decided that it would be on the dog-sleds in Finland. Woohoo! Corien and Nanko, thank you for a fabulous hospitality.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Hello Haarlem, Netherlands!

Ah, what a nice relief to physically be in the Netherlands! I never thought I would get out of Africa. Despite the tiredness setting in, after waiting for my LOST luggage for three hours, I finally decided to leave the Amsterdam airport with only my carry on luggage and a complimentary KLM toiletry kit. I boarded the Zuidtangent bus, paid four Euro, and was on my way to the sweet little town of Haarlem. Known as the "little Amsterdam" this city of 150,000 people is about 15 minutes away from Amsterdam. It is the epitome of a quaint European town with a large square, called Grote Markt (Great Market), where 10 streets converge. Little cafes and outdoor seating makes the square come to life and the 16th century Grote Kerk (Great Church) serves as a spectacular backdrop. The Hotel Carillon, where I stayed, is right smack in the middle of the square. A few blocks away from the square you find yourself walking by canals and colorful Dutch architecture, and yes...even a red light district two blocks away from the square.

Once I arrived in Haarlem, I made my way to the square (about 3 blocks from the bus stop). At this point, I was pretty happy that KLM had lost my 50 pound roller because that meant I only had my small carry-on roller to pull over the cobblestone street. Hotel Carillon was such a welcoming site...I remember myself saying, "Ah, Europe!" I climbed the narrow steps and entered my small, but comfortable room. The room looked out over the square (see photo to left)...heaven! The one thing I love about European hotels is the breakfast (that is included in the room price)...and this breakfast did not disappoint--muesli, yogurt, fresh bread, jams, Nutella, peanut butter, even sprinkles (for your toast), juice, tea, and fruit.

Unfortunately, the illness I picked up in Cape Town still plagued me, so the hotel staff was kind enough to hook me up with a Doctors appointment. It is always interesting going to a Doctor in a different country. I made quite an entrance as I buzzed what looked like an apartment door. No one answered, so I buzzed again. The Doctor came running to the door (I could hear her footsteps) and opened the door and instructed me that the note (written in Dutch) said that the door was unlocked. Oops. I waited in the reception area and not 5 minutes later she asked me into her office...which was more like a living room with a cot and medical supplies. Her window looked out to the canal (not a bad view for a Doctor's office). She asked about my symptoms (sore throat, achy ears, a bad cough) and continued to check my temperature, throat, ears, and lungs. Then, she said..."I am sorry I can only give you codeine for your cough because it seems your illness is viral and not bacterial." Ugh! All I wanted was some antibiotics to knock this out...and I rarely get to a point when I actually say that (normally I try to go homeopathic first). Off to Budapest...

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Keep Calm And Carry On!

As I pulled both of my rolling suitcases to the front door of room 237 in Lagoon Beach apartments, I paused and said to Chase, “I am going to take that sign with us.” I left my suitcases at the door as I quickly strolled into the kitchen and peeled the Keep Calm and Carry On sign from the refrigerator door. “We may need this!” I exclaimed. We both gave each other a smirk and a little chuckle as we rolled our material items over the white titled flooring in the corridor. Little did I know just how much I was going to need that sign. Yes, another travel adventure!

We arrived at Cape Town international airport at 6:37 p.m., plenty of time for approximately 40 students to check in for the 11:35 p.m. flight. (A bit early, if you ask me). The check-in counter was not even open, so we made our way to the self-service kiosks to print out boarding passes. Two students and I received error messages when we scanned our passports. No big deal, we will wait for the check-in counter to open at 7:30 p.m. We waited patiently, as I jokingly pulled out my sign and flashed it to all of the students. Once the counters opened, we were the first in the service line. The two students were given boarding passes and I was asked to visit the ticket service counter two rows down. The woman behind the counter explained, “Your ticket was canceled.” I asked why and soon was on the phone with a Delta representative for further explanation. The Delta representative simply stated, “According to our records, you called on May 28 and canceled this leg of your flight.” I was in shock…why would I ever cancel my flight from Cape Town to Europe? Flustered, I firmly stated, “I DID NOT CANCEL MY FLIGHT.” She went on to say that it was my word against the computers word and that I had no recourse with Delta and I would have to take up my claim of fraud with the local authorities. Serious?! At this point, I kept asking…”What can you do for me? I need to get to Amsterdam and I did NOT cancel my flight.” She said that the only option was to fly stand-by on this already oversold flight and that the next flight she could book me on was June 27 (one week later). WTF?! At this point, my mind started reeling…who would cancel my flight? Who has all of my personal flight information? I asked for further clarification on the cancellation procedure and she said that someone with my name and confirmation number could simply cancel my flight. DELTA…come on, get some security measures in place!

At this point in time, I took out my sign as a bunch of students came over to see what the problem was and I explained the predicament. One of the students mother is a Delta executive in reservations and we called her. She said it sounded rather fishy and she would have some of her people research the situation. In the meantime, I was to WAIT, wait, WAIT, wait…to hear if I would get a stand-by seat. It was about 8:30 p.m. and they would know at 10:30 p.m. if I had a seat. Some of the Global LEAD staff was staying in Cape Town for a few more days, so we went to grab a bite to eat, as I continued to take out the sign KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON and look at it to find patience with the situation. At 10 p.m. we received a phone call from the students mother’s assistant saying that they were able to get me a seat. WOOHOO!!! Whoa, not so fast…as I went to the service counter the woman said I had to wait until 10:30 p.m. for the final say. To take my mind off of the situation, of the Global LEAD staff members engaged me in a conversation about the philosophy of religion. At 10:30 p.m. the woman handed me a boarding pass and I was off…through security and passport control and down the escalator to a cheering crowd of students. They all wanted to hear the story, while all I wanted to do was get on that plane and get my ass to Amsterdam.

While I was so thankful to have a seat on the flight, the punches just kept on coming. I got a window seat next to an older couple (who had a hard time getting out and in their seats). I now remember why I NEVER request a window seat. You see…I have a bladder of a small dove that calls for bathroom breaks almost every hour (note: Cape Town to Amsterdam is a 10 hour flight). So, I limited my beverage intake which I know is also NOT a good thing as I have a tendency to get the fat ankle syndrome on long flights. Plus, I felt so claustrophobic. Keep Calm and Carry On! The silver lining of all of this…the couple was lovely company.

Finally when I arrive in Amsterdam (with a HUGE SMILE painted on my face and fat ankles)…no luggage. I know, shocker! After waiting three hours in the baggage claim area, they sent me on my way without luggage, but they did give me a complimentary toiletry bag with an XXL white shirt and soap. So, here I sit in the sweetest little hotel right in the centrum of “Little Amsterdam” (Haarlem). Life is sweet (and full of adventures). Keep Calm and Carry On!