Day 57: Pancakes and pea soup

August 17 –

It’s our first full day in Amsterdam.  So I felt that it is my duty to set a few things straight.  First, Holland is still flat but it admits to being flat – and mostly below sea level.  Second, I was wrong that no one visits Holland – there are lots of visitors but none of them *drive* here!  I saw one German plate, one French plate, and one Spanish plate – all of them parked outside hotels – but there were lots of languages and accents all around us.  I’m especially intrigued by the number of Spanish and Italian speakers I hear as well as the number of southern hemisphere types:  Australian, South African, Chilean, Argentinean, etc.  Duncan is having a great time trying to translate the Spanish conversations he “overhears” ;-)!  Also, the stereotype of everyone biking around Amsterdam is actually true:  I’ve seen women in business suits and heels riding bikes around town.

After breakfast, we headed out to the Anne Frank house – totally unprepared!  We walked the whole way which was no minor stroll and got in line only to notice that the skies had clouded over and the wind picked up and that we were the only ones around shivering during what could be an hour plus wait.   We decided to fix our original mistake by returning to the hotel to get warmer clothes and rain gear and shift our visit until first thing tomorrow instead of retrying today.

So we decided to start with the cathedrals.  There’s the Neuw Kierk which was built in the 15th century when the town outgrew the Ould Kierk which dates from the 13th century.  Unfortunately, the Neuw Kierk is also an exhibition hall instead of a working church and with a charge of 10 Euros to get in, we decided to pass. We wandered instead to the Ould Kierk which is, unfortunately, in the Red Light district.  I hate to admit that my kids are getting familiar with the smell of pot but that’s how it goes.  We also had to wander past a few windows with working women in them which gave us another “teaching opportunity” – the ones that so many parents wish for…. 😉

The Ould Kierk was very cool and very different from so many of the other churches we’ve been in.  First as a Protestant church, there were no candles (sorry Mom!) but there were interesting burial places, stained glass widows and paintings on the wooden ceilings.  We saw where Rembrandt’s wife was buried as well.  Very interesting!

Then it was time for lunch – we headed to another restaurant recommended by our almost-redeemed guidebook for a typical Dutch treat – pancakes!  Very crepe like but not really, we had some interesting main-dish crepes:  ham, cheese and onion, chicken, chilian (spicy beef, beans, and veggies) and veggies and cheese.  Most interesting!  We gave in on dessert as well with a apple and raisin pancake, with Dutch stroop, and some mini-pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream – yum!

Then it was time to walk some of it off with… shopping!  As some folks will know, I have been on a quest for the last two years for a particular type of boots and today I found them on the Leidesplein in Amsterdam!  Yes Julie, they do exist for less than $800 a pair and I bought them today – yeah!  And we picked up a couple of other things.  I’m starting to have nightmares about filling out our customs form on Sunday!

We dropped the booty off at the hotel and picked up some tickets to the Van Gogh museum (pronounced to rhyme with Van Loch with the Scottish noise in the back of the throat) because it’s open late on Fridays.  It was very cool to visit again after 25 years as I haven’t been here since I was in college.  I’m a huge Van Gogh fan and I appreciated the exhibit which was arranged to show the development over his career as well as point out how he was affected by his contemporaries.

Then it was finally time for the evening repast.  We took the tram to Dam Square and wandered back to a place I noticed last night and boy was it worth it.  From the pea soup with sausage to start all the way to Frank’s advocaat “liqueur” at the end of the meal, it was fantastic!  We go the tram back to the hotel to avoid the Friday night weerdies and are preparing for an early morning to try to beat some of the crowd at the Anne Frank house tomorrow!

/san/

[Pedometer:  29, 062 or about 14.5 miles – and it would have been higher if we hadn’t wimped out and used trams!]

Day 56: Holland – our final frontier

August 16 –

We are nearing the end of the adventure and we undertake our last transition today.  We breakfasted and checked out of the hotel but we weren’t ready to bid farewell to Brugge just yet.  First, we needed to conquer the Belfry – 366 steps to the top of the tower to see the 46 bells and a fantastic view for miles around.  While we were just feet away, the carillon played a snippet of “Ode to Joy” – very cool but hard on the ears.  We had a few shops to visit because they were closed yesterday.  I got a few more bracelets J and Frank got his first birthday present – a cool steel sculpture of a mechanic at work!  Not that he needs reminded that he gets to start work again on his birthday next Tuesday!

Then it really was time to move on and we headed along the road to Amsterdam.  During the 3 hours that it took to do make the 2.5 hour trip (damn ring road around Antwerp!), we noticed a few things.  First, Holland is flat.  I mean *really* flat.  I swear I could see Germany….  And Holland is windy – which is probably why they have so many of those windmill things; we saw a few from the highway which was very cool.  Second, Amsterdam is the first city where we found a real classic rock station! Third, it seems that though the Dutch like to travel, no one else travels to Holland!  We saw lots of Dutch license plates in other countries but didn’t see *any* foreign license plates after we crossed the border into the Netherlands.  Finally, Frank rates Dutch roads above Belgian roads but not as good as French and German roads.

We found the hotel, unloaded and ditched the car early.  We weren’t supposed to turn it in until 10 a.m. tomorrow but we were tired of sitting in it and were worried that something might happen to it.  Frank was incredibly pleased that he had driven 3 cars through 8 countries with no mishaps. And when two passing policemen warned us about taking care of our stuff while we were unpacking the car (“This *is* Amsterdam”), we decided not to push our luck and get the car off our hands.
Thus lightened and incredibly hungry from missing lunch, we headed out for an early dinner to a local restaurant recommended by the now suspect guidebook.  With this one, the book may have redeemed itself.  The food was excellent, the service outstanding and friendly and the overall experience wonderful. Duly fortified, we took a belated exploratory walk all the way downtown and back.  We’re staying in the southern part of the city by the museums and the Vondelpark (hoping to run tomorrow!) and it’s a bit of a hike downtown but we had some Belgian chocolate to burn off.  We made it all the way to the train station before the seedy characters, dubious scents, and the increasing dusk indicated that it was time to go back to the hotel.  Now to map out the plan of attack for tomorrow!

/san/

[Pedometer: 25, 633 or about 12.5 miles about half of which came after dinner tonight!]

Day 55: Science, religion and history

August 15 –

We bid goodbye to Brussels and headed out of the city center – not according to my directions, of course, no matter how hard we tried – and headed to the Atomium just north of the city. Built for the 1958 World’s Fair it’s a huge atom-shaped thing that’s 102 meters high and is served by the second fastest lift in Europe moving at 5 meters per second.  The view was spectacular and there was lots of things to look at inside the building.  It was extremely cool and gets a big thumbs up from the family!

We then hit the road for the short trip to Brugge.  We’re in West Flanders now – no French here!  We’re practicing our Dutch since we’ve got 3 days in Amsterdam after this (Alstublieft is please!) We found the hotel with little problem relative to Brussels.  We unloaded the bags, parked the car and were off to see the town.  I have to say that this place is so picturesque it’s nearly nauseating!  And the tourists!  The number of people in the town was unbelievable – and they were all tourists!  I heard more English spoken on the streets today than at any time since Frankfurt.

The market square is actually more impressive, IMHO, than the Grand Place and there are cobbled streets upon cobbled streets where ever you turn.  We got some lunch at a cafe and I was again impressed by the seriousness with which the Belgians take their beer:  although our meals were served on paper plates, we got the proper beer glasses to go with the type of beer we ordered.  Every single beer has it’s own particular glass and it may be okay to serve your brochette and frites on styrofoam but not for your beer!

We wandered about before deciding on a boat tour of the canal.  The driver pointed out that Brugge only has about 1000 years of recorded history and there is actually a hospital from the 13th century that has the wards in tact!  The thousand year old buildings weren’t enough for us though.  We needed to go the Archeology museum to get to the *really* old stuff – and what a well done museum this is!  The entire thing is hands on – although the docent at the ticket booth did warn against touching the lights! – so Gillian was in her element.  The exhibits showed all sorts of things found around Brugge dating from different periods and compared them to modern equivalents.  One of the most striking things for me was the banquet table set with eating arrangements from the 14th through 21st centuries – very well done!

There’s a church on every corner – including a few Basilicas – and we almost made it through the entire day without stopping in one but there was one that we couldn’t resist: Our Lady of the Healing Blood.  Yup, There is a church in Brugge that is famous for having drops of blood from Christ as it poured from his wound.  The reliquary for St. Sebastian’s hand has nothing on this!  There is a HUGE tabernacle behind which the blood is kept.  And of course, you can light a candle there (count: 12).  The most amazing thing about this particular religious house is that the decorations were unbelievable!  The reformed Swiss should be turning in their graves!  There wasn’t one square inch of wall, ceiling or floor space that wasn’t covered with murals, bright paint or other religious decoration.  Not a place where you want to attend mass hung over!  Not that anyone actually does that…. 😉

It was threatening rain on and off and we had to drop in on the only brew pub in town to keep dry… 😉 but when the rain was off we wandered to visit the city gates – which was very cool – and wandered along the canal where there were a few windmills (very Dutch!).  Even though today is a national holiday (Assumption), there were a fair number of shops open and we wandered around them sampling some excellent Belgian chocolates – they might be better than the Swiss!

After a while, we started to look for  dining options.  Unfortunately, since so many of the restaurants cater to the masses of tourists, just about every place had the same basic menu of traditional Flemish dishes all served with frites.  We were pretty much Belgian cuisined out so we cemented our visit by sampling Belgian Chinese food – which was very good!  Better than what we had in Switzerland that’s for sure.  And even the Chinese restaurant serves good beer in the right glasses.  I think I like this place!

/san/

[Pedometer:  19, 083 or about 9.5 miles over really old cobblestones.]

Day 54: Keech, kriek and comics

August 14 –

Our first full day in Brussels started with the hotel breakfast; Duncan loved having raviolis for breakfast while the rest of us settled for typical breakfast fare before we headed out for a day of museums. The first one we wanted to visit – the archeology museum – is only open on Wednesdays (?!?) so we headed to stop two: the royal palace. We got there right as the doors opened and we filed inside with the rest of the crowd. This was the first time we had to wait in line for anything since we were in Paris. They didn’t allow any cameras inside so instead of trusting that the “no photographs” sign would dissuade you, they made everyone check their camera! Frank was not pleased to leave his behind but those were the rules.

So we wandered through looking at the rooms on public display, the several dozen portraits of various King Leopolds and the artwork on exhibit. It was mildly interesting until we got to the “Hall of Mirrors” which, unlike the amazing room at Versailles, was a small room for a palace but it was filled with a hands-on exhibit on optical illusions. It was really cool! There was a set of mirrors to put you in the middle of a kaleidescope, an apparent bottomless pit, several computer games and a pretend guillotine. The neatest thing of all though was the amazing luminescent green covering on the ceiling and chandeliers made from 1.4 million beetles wings! It was awesome! The best free tour of the day!

Our wanderings took us passed the cathedral so we stopped in again to see the treasury which was closed last night. This was the best €2 we’ve ever spent! We saw paintings and vestments and reliquaries from the 15th centuries on! The creepiest thing was the reliquary containing the hand of St. Sebastian – which was clearly visible through the glass. Ugh!

Next stop: the Comic Strip museum – our first disappointment of the day. We had read about this in a couple of places and the Frommer’s guide I bought talked about how it was great for kids and adults and mentioned lots of comic heroes that we know and love as well as many more from Belgium. It was pretty expensive as far as museums go and the first exhibit on how comic books are made and how many people are involved was pretty interesting. Then the rest of the museum seemed to be dedicated to the most famous Belgian creation: Tin Tin. Not one I grew up with! I suppose that if we actually spoke French, we would have gotten more out of it since we could then actually read the comics but the English language guide we got described the exhibits in English but that didn’t help since the comics themselves weren’t translated! There was one Beetle Bailey cartoon from 1994….

So we decided to console ourselves with a light lunch (sandwiches and salads) followed by some yummy pastries! Then we were off to the final museum stop of the day: the Beer museum! You would think that a country with 100 breweries creating more than 450 beers in a dozen different styles could do a better job putting together a museum. Alas, it was not to be. This was our second disappointment of the day – and another strike against our guidebook – as the entrance fee got you into a room with some sample brewing equipment and a seat for a 40+ minute movie on Belgian beers. Luckily we could choose to show it in English but that didn’t really matter since all they seemed to be interested in was showing the label of every beer produced in Belgium. We did get to sample a Belgian white beer and we did learn that Kriek is a cherry lambic, of which Frank has now become fond. Otherwise, not worth the price of admission.

As it was close to museum closing time, we didn’t try to squeeze in the chocolate museum but instead ventured out to see Brussels’ most famous resident: Manniken Pis. Yup, the statue of the little boy peeing on the street corner. We had to stop by and get a picture – one that makes it appear that he’s peeing on Gillian’s head of course! This isn’t the original statue – that one is in a safe place; apparently, he has a bad habit of being stolen or subject to “anatomical mistreatment”. Apparently, he does have more than 700 costumes and if we were still going to be here on Thursday, we’d get to see him dressed up as Elvis!  And the shops selling crap (or “keech” as they say in Scotland) is truly unbelievable!  You can get just about anything with the little pissing boy on it:  lace, playing cards, statues, towels, and even chocolate!

We did some shopping and bought some chocolate and lace and yet more earrings! Then some time in a café sampling the local brews (more kriek!) and listening to street performers – a string quintent! Then some quiet time planning our route to Brugge tomorrow before heading out for the evening meal. We decided to give the guide book one more try and check out a recommended restaurant. It was good but nothing great. It was hot inside but at least it as a non-smoking restaurant. Duncan and I tried the carbonnade of beef with stoemp, apparently potatoes mashed with spinach (?!) and Frank had muscles again. We were annoyed by a table of “fellow Americans” a few tables down who were everything that Europeans hate about us. I can tell you that they are from San Francisco; it took them 11.5 hours to fly to Amsterdam; he was in the military stationed in Japan (He loves Kyoto!) and it was their 19th anniversary. How do I know all this? Dad decided to make small talk with the two Japanese women at the table between us and told them his life story! He waited until he was done smacking and yelling at his youngest son (who was obnoxious and whiney and deserved it!) We really wished we could speak Gaelic!

/san/

[Pedometer: 18,961 or about 9 miles, some of which was spent shuffling past exhibits.

Day 53: Automotive dedication and navigation limitations

August 13 –

Another adventure begins!  I started this morning with a quick run – who knew one of the benefits of staying at a hotel in the middle of nowhere is that there is a park with a running trail right next door.  Yippee!  We showered and breakfasted,  handed the bags back out the window, and set off to take care of a few loose ends in Reims before heading out.  We visited the Musee Automobile Reims-Champagne which Frank voted as really cool (tres bien!)  It has about 150 cars, about 50 motorcycles and a thousand or so toy cars all in this old factory.  I found it interesting because there wasn’t the typical collection of old and unique American cars – I’ve been to a few car museums in the States! – this had an interesting assortment of European, especially French, cars which was really neat.  There was the obligatory Corvette but otherwise, not a Chevy in sight.  Frank just *had* to buy a model – a 1972 Ferrari Dino – for his collection.

We wanted to visit another champagne house, Pommery, but there wasn’t going to be another English tour for more than an hour and we didn’t feel like hanging around quite so long so we were off to fight the Battle of Belgium.  I had heard many horror stories about navigating through Brussels and Brugge – the two places we are headed – so I tried my best to be prepared without the aid of Helga.  Of course, this meant that I wound up with multiple map books and the laptop with PDFs of Google maps open.  (Yup, driving down the road with the laptop open….) Everything was as awful as I had heard!  Frank noticed the difference in the roads as soon as we crossed the border – I believe there was a comparison to the Jersey turnpike!  Then there was the bad signposts and the fact that we had about 5 maps and they were all TERRIBLE!

We eventually found our way to the hotel without too many tears or swear words but of course it’s on a one way street that has pedestrian bollards up so we can’t actually get there!  We dropped the kids and the luggage off and found a car park where we are about 7 levels underground – and not likely to move the car until we actually have to!  The price to pay for having a room right off the Grand Place….

Which is WOW!  I had heard about it and seen pictures but it really is an awesome square!  We didn’t take too much time to explore then because it was time for our 3 p.m. lunch!  We hit a stand for the local delicacy of French fries with mayonnaise, with a couple of sandwiches, and some Belgian waffles for dessert.  Yum!  Then we began our wandering to try to find our way around the place.  We explored the Grand Place some more and then wandered off some side streets where we found half a dozen or so stores devoted to animation and other cool collectibles, which kept the boys busy for quite some time!  Then we decided to take care of the obligatory visit – the local cathedral!

This one is not called Notre Dame but is dedicated to St. Michael and St. Gudula and is really lovely.  It’s the first cathedral we’ve been too this trip that has already been through a complete restoration and it is beautiful.  I lit my candle on the St. Michael side (that’s 11) and admired the statues of the apostles that lined the main church.  Then we went to the “basement” of the church where there is a display of the original Romanesque church from the 11th century which was uncovered during the renovations.  Lots of cool stained glass and other stuff.  Very neat!

Then we wandered through the Parc Bruxelles which is also very cool and came out on the side of the Royal Palace.  It was closed but is definitely on the agenda for tomorrow.  The flag was flying over the building so the King is somewhere in Belgium; I suspect we won’t see him…  Then off to find some dinner.  We found the area equivalent to the Latin Quarter in Paris where there are dozens of restaurants in a row down small alleyways so all the menus are similar with similar prices.  We picked one at random and had the 3 course dinner for €18 and it was okay.  Duncan won for the best meal:  waterzooï – a soup-like stew with chicken and cream and about a pound of butter!

A few notes on Belgium so far.  This is the first place we’ve been to where there seems to truly be a language war.  Switzerland has more than one official language but the streets only have one name.  Here, every single street sign has the the street name in both French and Dutch – talk about confusing!  No wonder I had issues with navigating!  So far everyone has spoken French – at least until they figure out how bad our French is and then they switch immediately to English!  But I think that Brugge will be more Flemish and be mostly Dutch, we’ll see if I’m right. This is also the first place we’ve been where there has been a noticeable amount of graffiti.  I don’t recall seeing any in Zürich and very little in Frankfurt so this is quite a shock.

So we’ll see what tomorrow has to bring…

/san/

[Pedometer: 16, 360 or about 8 miles not including this morning’s run!]

Day 52: Cars, champagne and another cathedral

August 12 –

Ah, France on a Sunday…. it’s so quiet…. deathly quiet…. so we sorta had to have breakfast in the hotel this morning because there was nothing else open!  So we loaded up the utilitarian van and found our way out of Dijon.  We would have liked to spend some time driving down the Wine Road but it headed south and we were going north…. to Reins, the heart of Champagne!

Let me describe a Sunday drive on a highway in northern France… we were surrounded by Belgians and Brits with overloaded station wagons and mini-vans heading home from their holidays.  The Dutch were on the move too but they seemed to all be either driving RVs or towing caravans!  I think we only saw 3 cars with French plates the whole 300 kilometers we were on the road today!  Not that we’re ones to talk – our car has Swiss plates!

We sorely missed Helga, or any satnav system, as we attempted to find our hotel in Reims today.  Mostly because it turned out not to actually be in Reims but in a suburb…. D’oh!  I hate it when I forget to read the fine print!  A very nice lady at the tourist information office set us straight though and we found it with little trouble.  Unfortunately, it’s really not near anything that you can walk to so after checking in and unloading the bags (through the window – we’re on the ground floor!), we headed back downtown to see the sights.

We found a lovely little place still serving lunch at 3 p.m. and discovered what Croques are in Champagne:  open faced grilled cheese sandwiches… YUM!  Frank had his with tomato and I had mine with ham.  Duncan experienced the French version of a club sandwich and learned a lesson himself:  hard-boiled eggs don’t fit well on sandwiches if they are just cut in half!   Nevertheless, we had our sustenance and it was time to figure out what the town had to offer.  One guess:  champagne!

We walked a little ways from the town center to get to the wine cellars of G.H. Mumm for a tour and some tasting… well for us, the kids had to pass.  We caught the last English tour of the day and learned how this fine house has been making champagne for 170 years.  They are the official champagne of Formula 1 racing so the next time you see a grand prix, you’ll see their champagne being sprayed all over the podium. They have 2.5 MILLION bottles aging in cellars that cover 25 kilometers of tunnels.  It was pretty impressive!  We learned lots of stuff about the various fermentations and saw the riddling racks where a small percentage of their product is still riddled by hand; riddling is the fine art of getting the sediment into the neck of the bottle so it can be easily removed before the finally bottling.  Then it was time to taste!  We had tickets to try the basic offering, the Cordon Rouge, as well as a single year vintage from 1999.  We could actually taste the difference – it was really neat to be able to see and smell the difference in the two champagnes.  We bought a half-bottle to have later since there’s no way to get it home…. stupid 3 ounce rule….

Thus fortified, we wandered to the cathedral:  Notre Dame de Reims – I told you every French city had one!  After lighting a tall candle this time (10!), we learned about the history of this interesting building.  It was built on the site where it is believed that Clovis, the first king to unite the Frankish people, was crowned in *496*!!  Of course, no cathedral existed for another 400 years…  This building has a fascinating history starting in the 12th century when construction began.  It is where 25 kings of France have been crowned including Charles VII who was pretty much dragged there by Jeanne d’Arc.  It sustained damage in WWI but not much in WWII and has some beautiful stained glass windows by Marc Chagall.

It was now time for the evening meal and we found another lovely place where we got to sit outside and have yummy food but it was spoiled by a nearby table where a large Italian or Spanish man decided to have a cigar during our dinner.  I’ve adjusted, a bit, to the ever present cigarette smoke here in Europe but cigar smoke makes me really ill.  So we finished up quickly, skipping desert :-(, and headed back to the hotel to snack on Swiss chocolate and prepare for tomorrow’s adventure:  Brussels.

/san/

[Pedometer:  17,401 or about 8.5 miles, a fair amount of which was clocked in cellars 14 meters below the surface.]

Day 51: France isn’t always wet

August 11 –

So today we prepare to bid Auf Weidersein to Zurich and move on to the French countryside.  We breakfasted, packed up and loaded up our new rental car; alas, our rental car karma had given out and we got exactly what we paid for:  a Volkswagon Caddy.  It’s a bare bones mini-van with no extras especially no satellite navigation system so I actually have to pay attention to where we are and figure out how to get to where we are going!

So thanks to Google maps, we find our way out of Zurich and onto the road to Dijon.  It is grey and cloudy and we are convinced that we are in for another soggy day in France.  We got there about 3.5 hours later and realized the downside to Google maps:  if you don’t wind up on the road they recommend, you have no reference how to get back to the suggested route!  We found the hotel eventually and got the bags unloaded.  The sun had broken through the clouds and it appeared that France was trying to redeem herself.  But we couldn’t enjoy it immediately because we had family business:  laundry!

As it would happen, there is a laundromat right around the corner from our hotel (coincidence?) so we start a couple of loads and head of to grab some lunch.  Now we are back in less familiar, more French territory where a smile and “Bitte” don’t buy anything!  Dijon may not be the back woods but it isn’t so cosmopolitan that we can expect everyone to speak English because they don’t!  We navigated the menu at the brasserie with no major problems (ham in mustard sauce – yum!) and then checked in on the laundry. 

After putting the clean clothes in the dryer, we started our daily wanderings to see what this city had to offer.  It is a very old town with lots of ancient sandstone buildings and tons of churches!  We found our way into Notre Dame de Dijon – I think every French city has a Notre Dame – where I lit a candle for my mom to make up for the lack of candles in the Swiss churches (candles: 9).  We retrieved the laundry and had our daily ice cream before doing some more wandering.

One thing that is really neat about Dijon is that there is a marked walking tour of the city.  The Owl  (“La Chouette”) is a symbol for the city and it appears on the pillars of Notre Dam and there are little owl plaques set into the sidewalks to take you past the major tourist attractions.  We figured this out halfway through and proceeded to have some aim to our wandering which took us past many other churches – including one where a wedding was just wrapping up and we got to see the bride and groom emerge.  It was really neat!  We stopped in a few shops and snapped lots of pictures of this really neat town.

We found a lovely little restaurant where there was an English menu posted – except, of course, that the waiter himself didn’t speak English.  Luckily I knew the French word for egg or I would have gotten escargot for a starter!  We think we have found all the missing children from Zurich because they were all in the square in Dijon tonight.  We enjoyed all three courses and a litre of the local wine and then headed back for a quiet Saturday night.

/san/

[Pedometer:  18,681 or about 9 miles over cobblestones.  Not bad considering we spent half the day in the car…]

Day 50: Business concluded

August 10 –

Well today was my last day of official visits. I spent the day with folks from the IT and Statistics Departments of the Swiss National Bank and had a day of interesting discussions on eStatistics, SDMX, web services and automated publications platforms. We didn’t meet at the main offices though; we met in the offices of the IT department which you get to by entering an unmarked door between an electronics store and a hairdresser!  I felt like I was in a spy movie!  Luckily, I didn’t have to rely on the shoe phone!

In the meantime, the family got on a train and traveled south the Lucerne to see if the cloudy but dry day would hold out for some sightseeing. After arriving in Lucerne, they wandered around town and across the famous wooden bridge over the lake. There they watched the resident swans struggle to swim in the incredibly high water. They grabbed lunch at a place on a backstreet and continued to walk around old town marveling at the abundance of souvenier shops when Zürich seems to have so few. After not really getting lost, they came upon Glacier Garden, a park/museum dedicated to the make-up of the local scenery attributable to glaciers. I have been assured that it’s *really* cool! Frank and Duncan really liked the glacial potholes, erosion caused by natural drilling/grinding forces as the glaciers were melting. Apparently, it’s a very strange phenomenon and these must be seen to be believed. Gillian’s favorite part was the maze of mirrors – corridors of mirrors that reflected everything with a similar floor pattern. They had to be very careful not to walk into a mirror that looked like a hall! The Garden is near the Lion monument – an allegorical symbol for the defeat of the Swiss Guards in 1792.

After this adventure, they worked to get back to the shores of the lake but there were souvenir stands in the way. Wallets lightened, they found the lake again and wandered along the shores looking at the clouds lowering over the mountains, the cruise boats going backwards and some angry swans. Apparently, they also found where some of the missing Zürich children have gone: they were in Lucerne being eaten by swans! (Okay, not really eaten but there were kids being chased by some of the swans so maybe that’s why they go into hiding!) A few ice cream cones later, they found themselves on the train back to Zürich where they met me, still hard at work in the hotel even after my meetings were over.

We finally got our Chinese food in Switzerland (now we’ve officially been here!) and got some more ice cream – my first serving actually – before heading back to repack and prepare to pick up the car tomorrow and head to France.

/san/

[Pedometer: 31, 722 or about 15.5 miles of which I probably managed less than 5! At least I only had *one* serving of ice cream!]

Day 49: Grey skies and missing children

August 9 –

More rain as we awoke this morning but only drizzle so far. We breakfasted and headed out to explore more of Zürich. First on the agenda: find a laundromat! We checked with the tourist information stand in the main train station only to find out that there is only one in the city (?!?) and it is no where near the city center – or anything we are interested in. So it looks like clean laundry will have to wait until France. We then went to the rental car office nearby to make some changes to our reservation for Saturday. It turns out that we are leaving on the day of the biggest techno-rave in all of Europe! There’s a huge parade through the middle of Zürich and then there are parties all night long. So *that’s* why we couldn’t find a cheap hotel room in this town! So there will be many street closures and we were worried that we wouldn’t be able to get back from the rental car office to get to the hotel so we changed the place of pick-up to be closer to our hotel and away from all the party preparations. Whew!

Then it was museum time! We headed to the Swiss National Museum to see what we could learn about this country. What a place! We could have spent a week there and then probably still not seen everything. It suffered from what the kids called “no flow”: there wasn’t any logical progression through the exhibits which was a tad annoying. You start out in a series of rooms with religious art and artifacts from 800 AD through 1520 and then move on to the prehistoric rooms… There was some excellent displays of weaponry and costumes and a really cool tin soldier diorama of the battle of Morat from 1476. There were even loads of little tin dead guys! Other displays talked about the difference in Swiss life and worship before and after the Reformation. More really cool displays showed interior architecture common in middle class homes in the 17th century. One thing we all learned was that we need to learn more about European history!

Then it was time for lunch and we found ourselves in a European version of the Hard Rock Cafe – the beer was cold and the burgers were good and there was a huge plate of gummi bears from which you could help yourself! Yum! We contemplated visiting the clock and watch museum but became dubious when we found out it was inside a large jewelry store and they wanted 5 Francs each for us to go in…. hmmm….. so we wandered up the Bahnhoffstraße to get some chocolate instead!

We wandered around the old town for a while and visited St. Peter’s church – still in search of a candle to light in Switzerland – and found another alter-less edifice. Beautiful in its simplicity (great chandeliers!) but not a hint of stained glass to be seen.We did some more exploring and found some great views over the neighborhood houses down to the lake. Then we ventured back to the hotel for some down time.

Eventually it was time to eat so we wandered out to find something.  An oddity we noticed is that every place we stopped at for dinner (that wasn’t way outside our price range) was mobbed but nowhere did we see families with children.  In fact, when we stopped to think about it, we have hardly seen any children while in Zürich!  There were a few at the museum today and there was a family at the table next to us at lunch yesterday but otherwise, we have seen hardly any kids!  It was beginning to remind me of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang! I was looking for the ugly dude with the lollipops who was luring them away! We eventually found a place that met both our stringent criteria – we could get a table and entrees were less than Fr. 50 – and we had a lovely meal.  There was even one other person under 18 there!  We thought maybe we had misjudged the city and that in fact they did not lock up their kids but then we realized that they were also tourists!  So it remains a mystery why we don’t see any Swiss kids in Zürich restaurants…. (cue Twilight Zone music!)

/san/

[Pedometer: 27,507 or about 13.5 miles but no rain!]

Day 48: Storm clouds and stupid movies

August 8 –

Well my business at the BIS done, the family is on the move again. We breakfasted, packet up and hopped on a train to Zurich. The skies there were just as grey as the one’s in Basel but it was at least dry. We had an interesting time finding a taxi that could hold all 4 of us and the luggage but eventually we found one driven by a nice Croatian man who didn’t really speak much English so he and Frank tried to chat in French. Very amusing!

We got to the hotel but our rooms weren’t ready yet so we abandoned the cases and started to explore Zurich. The lake is very pretty and would have been more so with some sunshine but today it was not to be. We walked down the Bahnhofstraße – the shopping mecca for the brand conscious! It’s more than a kilometer of designer shops and we were happy to just peer into the windows. Of course, the object for the day was the toy stores…. first was Franz Carl Weber where Frank was in toy car heaven but in the end only actually purchased one car.

We grabbed lunch at the Zueghauskeller – a well-known place that serves traditional Swiss food. I had lunch there a few years ago when I was in Zurich for a day and at that time I was amazed to see three businessmen share a bottle of wine and a 3-foot-long sausage! My family was a bit dubious at this claim until today when the family at the table behind us was sharing one about 4 1/2 feet long (I think technically it was 1.5 meters…) The meal gave us enough fuel to wander around the old town a bit and check out the two Münsters: the Fraumünster is the smaller of the two but has beautiful stained glass windows designed by Marc Chagall. The big church, literally called the Großmünster, is just across the river and is incredibly stark compared to other churches we’ve been in – no candles in either place! According to the leaflet I picked up, the Großmünster was the starting point of the Reformation in Switzerland and therefore the reformer Huldrych Zwingli removed whatever gave the church a wordly appearance – including the alter! The result is a very minimalist interior which is clearly devoted to worship only.

The rain began as we left the Großmünster so we headed back to the hotel to pick up some rain gear. Then we ventured back out to find the other big toystore in town: Pastorini Speilzug which has 5 floors of wooden toys! Gillian perused the puppets but decided to wait before buying. The rain was heavier now so wandering around town had lost its appeal. It was time for a typical rainy day activity…. go to the movies! We found a theater nearby showing The Simpson’s Movie in English with German and French subtitles so that’s where we headed. We confirmed that Switzerland is an incredibly expensive place when the bill for 4 movie tickets came to CHF 72!

What made the experience even more interesting was the reaction of the Swiss audience to the movie. The guy down the row from me was rocking back and forth violently with laughter. While I enjoyed the film, I didn’t think it was *that* funny. What I did find funny was the insertion of an intermission about 45 minutes into the movie where we were encouraged (in English!) to go buy ice cream! The guys a few rows in front of us chose to buy beer instead – what a civilized notion – and then 15 minutes later, the stupidity continued!

When the movie ended, it was no longer sprinkling outside; it had progressed to absolute downpour so we got completely soaked on the walk home. We opted for pizza and beer at the restaurant next to the hotel – which was incredibly yummy – and are now trying to figure out how to get all four pairs of shoes to dry by morning!

/san/

[Pedometer: 19,098 steps – or should I say strokes! – or about 9.5 soggy miles.]