Thursday, February 19, 2009

#6 - How many visits does it take to become a Belgian Citizen?

Because by the end of April, I will have been to Belgium three times. 

Two friends and I decided to make it an easy weekend and go to Belgium, relatively close to us here in the Netherlands. We were going to hit up Brussels on Friday and spend the night, then on Saturday, head to Antwerp. We didn't really do anything in either city besides just walking around and eating at various times. I sent Stefan Van Bragt, a Belgian family friend, an email before our trip, and he put us in touch with his daughter, Isabelle (the last time I saw her was maaaaaybe when I was under the age of ten). She and her boyfriend, Thom, were nice enough to meet us in Antwerp, where they both go to university, and show us around! 

The one thing I took pictures of in either city was this open-air, totally legal, graffiti park. Instead of boring you with more text (SHUT UP KIRIN SHUT UP), I'll just post a few of those pictures.



Above: Kelly SMIRKING.



I'm pretty sure this is one of the best pictures I've ever taken.




If you want to see the rest of my graffiti pictures, go here!

#5 - Paris, Je T'aime

So. Paris.

Now, I took two years of French in high school, having always thought it a beautiful language. Since then, I've made seriously half-hearted attempts to learn more of it on my own, because I love languages and I'm usually really ashamed I'm not proficient in another one besides English. Besides that, though, I've never really had any overwhelming inclinations towards the French. I think they're a lovely set of people who've got good food and one of the most beautiful languages.

I didn't have any preemptive notions about how I'd find Paris. Didn't think I'd love it. Was excited to go. Thought it would be easier for me to get around, with my basic understanding of the language. Other sentences without a clarified subject.

I'll need to see if I can get testaments from the people I went with clarifying the extremely bizarre comfortability and unnatural naturalness that occurred within me on that trip.

I fit. With the Parisian lifestyle, I mean. It was rather indescribable, what happened. So rather than describe it, I'll wait and see if I can get any of those people to lend me a hand.

We did a LOT in Paris, and unfortunately, I only took pictures at Versailles--that means a lot of text for you! We rented an apartment for three days, which was PHENOMENAL. There were six of us and two double beds, but besides that, it was really an amazing apartment for the amount of money we spent (which was LESS than we would've spent in most hostels!). It was about a 20-30 minute walk away from a major part of the city, which was excellent as well. At the end of our 3 days in Paris, we'd seen: the Notre Dame, a David LaChappelle (contemporary artist) exhibit, the Champs Elysée, l'Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, Versailles (not technically Paris--get over it), and la Tour Eiffel. That list, of course, excludes the numerous cafés and brasseries we went to, and all of the supermarchés and/or fromageries we ransacked, as well.


The only picture that's not of the ridiculous grandiose-ness of Versailles.

To see only some of my Versailles pictures, go here!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

#4 - When I say "Amster," you say "dam!"

Having already been to Amsterdam once, I was excited--but not nearly as excited as everyone else--to return. I knew that I'd be revisiting the Anne Frank Huis (I'd seen it the first time) but I was okay with that. I'm a museum kind of person, and since this was a group trip, and a carefully orchestrated one at that, we were going to a lot, with which I was more than okay. And though I enjoyed my second trip to Amsterdam, I have to say that it wasn't overwhelmingly awesome.

We got there Friday morning and took a quick walking tour of the city, which only made me miss the bicycle that I rented for the semester at the Castle SO BADLY. (Sidenote: A few friends and I took a 12-mile round-trip bike ride to Venray, a nearby town, on Thursday, and it was awesomely easy, albeit a bit cold.) Amsterdam must be the most bicycle-friendly city in the world. Pedestrians are more in danger of getting hit by a bike then they are by a car! The city is entirely navigable by bike, so to be walking around it for hours was just a cruel joke. After that, we headed to the Rijksmuseum, which I hadn't gone to my last visit. I'm a slight art buff as well, so I ate up all the Rembrandts and Vermeers. Our tour guide, Jenneke, was incredibly knowledgeable and pointed out so many things I'd never known about classic painters.

After a group dinner, we were allowed to go off on our own and explore the city. Now, approximately 70% of our group (of 80 students) was headed to a Sex Show in the Red Light District. Granted, the Red Light District is an unique Amsterdam experience--and I did walk through it; MAN is it awkward when the prostitutes make eye contact with you!--but I thought a 25 euro sex show was perhaps a little pricey. Instead, I decided to participate in another uniquely Amsterdam experience--a coffee shop. Just to clarify for anyone reading this--marijuana is totally and completely legal for any persons over the age of 18 in the Netherlands, as long as it is smoked within the coffee shop and not taken out; possession and use of marijuana outside of coffee shops is illegal. 

So I participated in the entirely legal activity of getting high within a coffee shop and not taking any marijuana with me upon leaving. Having been my first time ever smoking marijuana, I was not expecting to get high, since that seems to be a common acceptance among people who have used it before. I did get high, and though the experience itself wasn't unenjoyable while it was happening, it's definitely not my thing. I felt useless and apathetically content. I didn't want to do anything, or be anywhere, but I wasn't even upset about my apparent lack of enthusiasm for LIFE, I was just okay with it. And I had, quite possible, the most stereotypical high ever: I had cottonmouth, I got the munchies, I laughed at almost everything and simply smiled when I wasn't laughing, and even had a "high" thought (Re: When trying to describe my subtle loss of balance: "It's like gravity HALF lets go of me!"). So good for me for trying it in a setting when it was entirely legal (I can't stress that enough!) and safe, but I will not be smoking again regardless of legalities. 

Saturday was the Anne Frank Huis first, which, due to a fever that crippled me for most of Saturday, I rewalked very quickly and spent most of our time there trying to recuperate in the cafe. After that, we headed to the Allard Pierson collection. Though it contained stuff I'm usually all about (ancient artifacts from Egypt and Greece along with an exhibition about printmaking!), I couldn't muster up the strength to focus on most of it, and hobbled around the building in a feverish daze. After leaving the Allard Pierson, I returned to the hostel at 4:30PM, got in my bed, and slept clear until 8:45AM the next morning.

Sunday was the Jewish Historical Museum and a Portuguese Synagogue, which were both FANTASTIC. Our guide was spectacular, really knowledgeable and passionate about the subject matter. The Synagogue was gorgeous and the museum was incredibly well done. I took tons of pictures, because Sunday was the day I decided to pull out my camera. After the Jewish Museum, we headed for the train station, and successfully accomplished our first independent travel! 

The Castle tonight is very quiet; most people are attempting to regain some semblance of health after what I can only assume was a whirlwind weekend. I am tired, but not a big partier--I think this will only benefit me in my stay here. No annoying hangovers and/or other ailments to impede my travels. I head to Paris in four days on technically my first independent, which will be both scary and exhilarating at the same time.

For Venray and Amsterdam pictures, follow this link!